Slasher

Stalking the dwelling for days,

One victim already lay dead.

A confusion of white and red

Spilled onto the floor.

Watching, waiting patiently

For a resident to exit the door.

A sharp object glinting in the light,

Eyes glowing with predatory delight.

“Slash, get away from there,” she yelled!

A quick snap of his head,

He held her in an indifferent gaze.

Retracting his claws he eyed

The uncovered tank one last time.

Then curled up on a pillow bed,

Doing as she wished,

Cat-napping

Dreaming of fish.