Murder
A poem.
I found the bodies you left me. Buried them behind the garage with the others. One, still alive, got away. I watched them pull their broken body over the back wall. I let them go knowing they'd not get far. How many is it now? How much blood have you spilled at my altar? All for tummy rubs and belly scritches on the couch as we watch University Challenge followed by the news: “14 dead, 12 missing, no leads. Investigation continues...”
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Yeahhh I had a feeling it was a dog! But it took a much darker turn than I imagined, too; surprising and fun!
This is great fun! I thought it might be a cat rather than a dog. One of our old cats—Cali—nothing was safe.