Tom was an endearing cat,
twinkling eyes and cuddly fat.
He roams the streets at night,
taking a nap only at the break of light.
He yearns for a mate,
someone bonded to his fate.
He calls,he serenades,
And marvels at the haunting noise he creates.
However he succeeded only at alerting his stalkers,
whose smiles betrayed their skills at poker.
Closer and closer they crept for him,
silently,silently,hush, hush, in the dim.
Thundering quick,lighnting fast, for HIM, they sprang.
Fluttering hands, slippery grips, for HIM,
only regretful pangs.
Stamping feet, crushing stick, for HIM, they meant.
Flowing blood, shattered skull, for HIM, buried deep into the land....