Cat

Shoreline, riverbank.

Lapping with tiny wet cat tongue
against pebbles and sunken roots,
gentle scratch of fine, fine sandpaper
tickles toes and wading ankles.

Dark clouds, feline grows.

Tongue grows large, tickle becomes
grind, tiger is hungry, nibbling at
the tender bank sprouts, now ravenous,
with appetite for destruction; all is
swallowed in insatiable binge, digested
and spit against pilings that cannot help
but fall against the killer's onslaught.

We clean up the morbid crime scene.

The tiger becomes kitten once again,
rubbing soft fur against our bare legs,
beguiling with its whispery mewls.



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