we found him when he was a strayed alley cat and dying from starvation and bug bites
we brought him home as one of our own
we called him mewmew, BéBé, at home
we named him Spyder for his vet's visits, and in case he might need an official name for school purposes too, one day.
he was a total brat for all his life, but for who-knows-what reason he turned into
the world's sweetest sticky ol' fart Babe during his later-day-saint period
(no, nobody in our house is mormon)
o, lo, we missed him so
Horror Has A Name Richard Chu © 10/23/2009
Revision – 11/29/2011
Horrible horror,
I felt it, The Death, once again, was looming large
like a giant shadow growing in a brilliant sunny day
Knocking on our door, once again, in such urgency
And certainty
Stretching far out its ruthless tentacles
Like a giant Octopus, it was ready to make another fetch
For its today’s fresh
catch
So ugly and so unbearable,
so quietly and so irresistibly
It came…
For its claim…
With no excuse, nor mercy
Or any false pretense at play
It simply came and went with another one of its preys
Without a word,
Or any apologetic hesitation
It came
And fetched one more life to its pen of trophies
…………..
Defeated.
So I surrendered
To its ever expanding power
I knelt on my knees before its feet
Begging for its mercy:
Please allow him to live for another day…
With no avail…
We could only painfully watch it taking what it came for
Before our bare eyes
Our hearts must’ve been bleeding
I must’ve made it too easy for its unfathomed desire for the
deadly game
Broken.
I turned my back and became
Blind and deaf
I made it easy for its victorious day,
Letting it have its way
And snatched away
Mewmew, Our number one cat, Our only BéBé –
- Without even a fight
A life, departed,
Two worlds apart
Horror has a name.
