ling, mouseslayer
By aiwaz
a starving mouse is crawling through the ceiling a tiny cat sits by the hole and waits jaws quivering, tail swishing eyes wide open for the kill the mouse is ready to drop like a paratropper the cat waits on the highest shelf til his body wriggling half way between here and there dangles like fruit on a tree to be plucked- for a split second- the mouse catches a scent scurries to retreat but awkwardly and he dies afraid, aware severed in half empty belly spilling mangled into a kind of divine gore reserved for artists with burning minds Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:08 AM PST 0 • 14
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"a starving mouse..."