A dream, but not a dream to me,
A black cat sat at the door twitching its tail,
I open the door to let him in
and shut the door quickly,
When I look back there's another black cat
sitting there twitching its tail,
I open the door and let him through but as I do
3, 4, 8...
big and bulky cats
I scream,
I jump back
My youngest brother, through the door
I tell him to go lock himself away,
before it's too late.
But before I knew it he was pounced on
1 minute later, he's gone.
I sink,
My family torn apart
My turn and I gave up.
No kicking
No screaming
Skin and bone...
I was dead, and they were gone,
In this peace, a sparkly blue feather floated down onto my chest
replaying this scene over and over making it harder
to wake up...
YOU ARE READING
must we all
Short Storythis is based on a dream I regally had when my cat smigett died, smigett would usually be our protector cat and ever since he died the house hasn't been the same
