I dream of thunder-soft kittens sharp teeth
and voracious stares,
and the frantic chattering of wombats before they are torn to shreds
by cute, pitiless, demon kitties.
I see them practicing their merciless martial arts,
continually honing both skill and claw.
running and pouncing on helpless baby mice,
I have no doubt they are responsible for Red Robins murder.
I watch as they purr and lap contentedly
from pooled blood.
Their satanic eyes so feverishly shining
alive and aching with wanton lust.
Oh so cleverly they attempt to hide,
but ask any dog
they see through the disguise.