Margareta's Cat May 24,2020

the tabby sashay’s in

a newborn rabbit limp

in her mouth she drops it at my feet

it blinks as I hold it a trickle of

blood runs between my fingers

the cat runs her head under

my hand insisting a scratch

her supple coat over retractable

knives such elegant dress

for a cold-blooded killer

and to my sweet-guy persona

cloaking the scarred victims

I’ve left behind Margareta’s

cat purrs for more