(ridiculous) nightmare: cats
ghastly dreams
of our dead
cats again—
(I have seen
too much of Night
of the Living
Dead)
undead they rise
in eerie-blue moon-
light from cat-size shoe-
box coffins—vine
entwined grave-
sites as a legion of cat-
zombies—decayed
fur oozing like spoiled
black milk from cat-
bone
they slink
through the half-open
bed-room door-way
kinking their feline-spines
snake-like—submerging
me in a black
blizzard of droned
zombie-monotone
cat-calls
in the dim
darkness of dreams
they are all
eye-teeth
eyes—
cat-eyes of glass
almond-marbles wildly
rolling
spinning
in sockets—
wild eyes
shimmering pearl-
milk iced opal moon-
stone emerald sulfur–
yellow deep orange amber
 
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