Enduring the God-awful autumn.
Waiting for winter to wither away.
Today is the day.
The backyard blazes through the blinds.
The patio glass slid ever so and the window wide open.
I am no longer a domesticated lazy, dormant cat.
Litter box, bother me no more.
A deep dish of delicious dinner does not deserve my desperation.
I am an animal with atrocious attributes.
Ferocious feline with supernatural senses.
The beautiful breeze brings smells so sensual they smother my nostrils nerve endings.
It turns into a terrific taste on my tongue.
Something is stirring my soul.
Ancient and aching.
Thorough and thirsty.
Lacking mercy. Lusting murder.
It whispers past my whiskers and in my inner ear.
Telling me to take action.
I thrust powerfully through the peaceful prison I call "home".
A surging spring to the sill shows an astounding spectacle.
Creatures with wings, unaware of my intentions.
Claws clenching, tail twitching, respiration reserved.
Blood shall be spilt tonight.
At least, once this silly screen is shoved slightly to the left.
shalom.
now listening to: The Avett Brothers
p.s. If you haven't figured this out already,
June is the name of my cat.
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