Domesticated – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 16

my sweet cat gets her fill of kibble
crunchy treats and other nibbles
a plate of wet food every night
chicken pâté, I treat her right
feathery fluffs, catnip-infused
pillow bedding, that’s rarely used
because when it is time for bed
a feline monster rears its head
clearly, she is on the prowl
with hissing shrieks, ungodly howls
then silence, and I hear a squeak,
a tortured mouse drops at my feet
my cat, my pampered fury friend
to blame for its untimely end
wide-eyed, she and I hold court,
so innocent, she kills for sport

~kat

For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 16. Prompt: write a poem that prominently features the idea of play. It could be a poem about a sport or game, a poem about people who play (or are playing a game), or even a poem in the form of the rules for a sport or game that you’ve just made up (sort of like Calvinball).