‘The Black Cat’ by Lynn Gerrard

Lynn Gerrard is a writer, poet, author of darkness & decadence.  Tonight I would like to share with all of you one of her poems.

 

‘The Black Cat’ by Lynn Gerrard

The grave soil shifted

And deep down

In the depths

The long dead cat

Drew in a stale breath

And its crushed bones creaked

As they sought to repair

The dreadful damage

That had put it there

Whilst its blood drenched fur,

Matted and sticky,

Writhed and wriggled

As the maggots moved quickly

To leave the beast

As with a crack it’s jaw

Unhinged to release

A Hellish call

That rose through the earth

Piercing all above

With it’s shrill screamed squeals

Of the horrors yet to come

And its claws found purchase

Until very soon

The ungodly creature

Was screeching at the moon

As it scratched and spat

And hissed its curse

What was done to it

It would do much worse

It would seek and find

The human bitch

Who had left it to die

In the dirt deep ditch

Whilst her screaming tyres

Sped off into the night

Caring not a jot for the black cat’s plight

Her scent was strong

And the cat began to gloat

Envisaging the moment

It crawled down her scrawny throat

As her eyes bulged blindly

And her life’s light dimmed

Whilst it pawed and clawed

Until it wore her skin

Then it would dance in the moonlight

And with all the demons laugh

At the stupid woman’s folly

To cross the Witches cat’s path.

Copyright © Lynn Gerrard, 2015

 

Visit Lynn Gerrard’s blog here – http://thegrumblinggargoyle.blogspot.co.uk/

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