Saturday, October 27, 2007

Sick or Treat!

The doorbell chimed
upon that night
and it was not a shock
When I peered out
the kids peered back
it must have been
a flock
I quickly counted
heads and found
it was a group of eight
And as I handed
out the treats
I dropped the whole
full plate
To my chagrin
they all began
to pounce like starving cats
Upon the sweets
as if they were
some tasty
little rats
When they rose
I saw their eyes
which glowed a neon yellow
I swear I saw
the whiskers grow
on the smallest
This tiny child
raised both his hands
which had become his paws
Furry knuckles
in my sight
now brandished
sharpened claws
The bile began
to rise within
my throat the acid flowing
I can't believe
the cause to be
claws and eyes
They were so cute
what happened to
these little girls and boys
I guess in lieu
of sweet treats
I should have had
squeak toys
One by one
they all became
the felines eight from hell
It was just then
I heard again
the ring of
the doorbell
It startled me
onto my feet
out of my easy chair
I shook my head
and wiped my eye
and laughed at my
. DS


MedStudentWife said...

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

paisley said...

what a lovely nightmare for a full moon eve!!!!!

David said...

just today a kid wearing a spiderman outfit shows at my doorstep, holding a kitten

"Would you like a kitten?" he asked

all the kiddy kitties