They're all asleep
My time to act is nigh
They've taken root in the barn
Hidden from their ignorant eyes
Though it's not something I can
overlook
Their insidious eyes gleam red
in the dark
Though what scares me the most
is their Intelligence
From high I pounce
Blitzing for numbers
and quick, painless kills
The hoard scatters
I'll be back tomorrow
I awake when they do
They sip their bitter and cream
Talking of black and white
He proceeds to the slaughterhouse
Today we say goodbye to the lambs
She comes to me
"Fluffy you lazy thing,
when are you gonna start pulling your
weight?"
I think of the barn where she will
find my Work
She puts her boots on and heads
to check the horses
I am tired but I follow
to show her my Work
Inside I am overwhelmed by the sun's
ability to heighten the smells of manure
But wait.
They should all be right there.
They couldn't possibly have...
They're own kind?
I have underestimated them.
The little white sun is high
My eyes light the darkness
This time I see
somehow
their numbers have risen
Wary from my first attack
I corner them
As always going for quick, painless
To be sure they know of my progress
I bring the dead to the doorstep
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
Into the days new light
groggy as I am
I wait on tenterhooks, for them to
begin their day
Three bitter and creams later
They do
She opens the door
No.
It can't be.
There is but one drop of
Evidence
My Work...
My Work...
All my work...
Rage and sadness consume me
I dare not walk the same Earth
as them
I love my leafy green high place
I can breath clean air and watch
the Butterflies who occasion on the
Garden
I would never harm a Butterfly
For a Butterfly would never harm me
I have a plan
When the little white sun rises
I stake out their exit from the
barn
One by One they exit
Quick, Painless
Always
The mound is immense
they may be harmful
But I am still sad
Two at a time
I carry them
Up the high place
Then down again
And bury them deep
A present for the worms
They'll appreciate that
Dark turns slowly to light
The yellow sun
Makes my white coat shine gold around the edges
The mound is gone
at the same time she begins
Headed for the horses first
I go to her, proud
"Fluffy you reckless cat
you could have been eaten by a coyote!"
The yellow suns grow longer
I enjoy it all from the high place
Now white with flowers
The Garden has exploded in blooms and buds
Crops will be bountiful, magnificent
Soil rich
Everyday I bring the Garden
More Life
I perch in my spot
They come to gaze upon the Garden below me
"We've done such a good job with the garden this year!"
Two Butterflies waltz together
over the Garden
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