This is one of the dark poetry which I wrote as a writing exercise. Dark poetry is not my usual genre. I had fun writing it.
his neighbour always had a smile
hanging above her taut full lips
wearing yoga pants and platform shoes
she also had a cat always hungry
the feral creature preyed on his birds
with deprived and snarling face
he checked the cage everyday
OCD on its bars and lock
leaving no chance for the predator
to his dismay
he returned home to find an empty cage
with no sign of his two budgies
only
the feline was grooming uncaringly
…
he is looking out the window to the garden
wondering why his roses are’t growing
blood and bones are meant to be
excellent feed for roses
he was careful with the burial
to ensure gradual decomposition
and slow release
he cannot understand
why aren’t the roses growing
perhaps cats do indeed
have nine lives
Haha pretty good Cassa. Those darn roses. Nicely written. 🤗❤️
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Thanks 😊
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Haha! A very nice one. So clever! 🙂
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Thank you Terveen! 😊
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Very creepy, but excellent!
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Creepy it’s what I went for! 😀
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Dark and creepy! Good one, Cassa, perfect for this Halloween month 🎃
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🖤
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