Penny

she crawls around the top
like she's stalking her prey

my little cat

i don't quite get it
why she looks so fierce

she glares at me

"I need your help!"
I call up to her

ears perk up, "meow?"

yes little Penny
just climb down here

she climbs, slips, falls, tumbles into my lap

I pat her head
kiss her nose
and tie an SOS note to her collar

my leg is broken from the fall
i lay here wounded, waiting

waiting for my Penny to bring back help

"just close your eyes"
a little voice in my head whispers

"it'll all be over soon"

i open my eyes, surprised
"Penny? you're still here?"

my cat lays a whisper

"don't worry my dear"
she says, patting her belly

"in just a few minutes he will be ripe and yummy."

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I've never read anything by HP Lovecraft (*GASP* I know, I know, I'll get on it soon) but I was in a Gothic Lit class and during one section of the class we talked about dread. The feeling of impending doom through the dark feeling of dread. Through that discussion, the works of HP Lovecraft came up. The idea of most of his writing, so I've been told, is that there isn't really happy endings. I used to hate that, as I used to hate the film Dagon which *spoilers* does not freaking end happy in any way whatsoever */spoiler*. But that day during out discussion I came to appreceate the dark and bleak endings of art a little bit more and also came up with the idea for this poem (which I had originally meant to make a short story). It took me about a year to finally write it, and I'm pretty happy with it.