Poem Stash

Kitty

I looked out and saw something
It was black and hard to notice at first
I got out and took it home
It was soaking wet, waiting for someone
It looked hungry as well.
I dried it, put it on my bed and smiled,
Before noticing it's hungry eyes.
I went to the kitchen, grabbing a knife.
Shiny silver knife
Taking a loaf of bread I walked back
But where's the kitty?
Oh, here it is
It was in my back the whole time
I smiled and put it down carefully
I cut a small pice of bread and gave it
And as the kitty ate it
I felt pleasure
I want more
More
More and more!
I fed it more and as it ate pice by pice
I felt pleasure.
The feeling of feeding it made me crazy
Kitty?
Where are you?
Oh, it's gone...
Well, it was a heck of a journey.
But hey!
I looked out and saw it out again.
It hurt to leave it outside
But I had to
It was as nice feeling but it made me bad