trixie

she stretches she yawns
after her nap
purring sweet and gently
on my lap
a cat so docile
so serene
but death and carnage
where she's been

where are the sparrows
none can be found
they once ruled supreme
over hallowed ground
the mice are gone
as is vole and shrew
exterminated
in a playful hue

so playful with string
wool and ball
deadly talons of blood
withdrawal
fleck round your legs
when in need
the hunter demands
so you must feed