Animal Farm (our second coming)
Stealthily
as soft pawed black cats
you came to ransack
our kingdom.
You axed my neighbor’s tree house
to the ground with
an impending
B(d)oom
that echoed for days after.
I should have chopped your house down-
seen how you liked it.
But I didn’t.
Then you moved on to my cousins,
decapitating them with bloody
glittering knives, hoping for a high price
in exchange for my fur.
I should have made you bleed
Killed you slowly, until you felt the pain
But I didn’t.
Finally you reached my sister
and dragged her off to dance while
her mind numbing scream ripped though
a calm afternoon.
I should have wrenched you from
all you had ever known.
Made your heart break.
But I didn’t.
I am patient, loyal,
obedient and kind
but you have crossed the line.
I am going to warn you one more time:
You can keep going with no regrets, guilt or hesitation,
but I will return to take back all of the lives you stole from me
for your furniture and
fur coated black market.
Someday
with a thousand roaring chainsaws,
12-hundred freshly sharpened knives,
and my expanding, ever
encompassing wounds,
I
am
coming
back.
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