A Tail of a Christmas Cat - Freewrite Poem

The Christmas cat wandered out of snow into house as cold, colder,

than the world outside.

As door shut, feline meandered across carpeted floors

where it had walked many times before,

and planted itself in a comfortable squat in a still lit fireplace.   Human person

who had operated door

took their place in a lovely sofa seat and fell quickly to sleep.

Christmas cat grew bored of flames that barely clung

to life and took off from its perched position, found kitchen was ripe

with Christmas feast.   No one

present to eat it. Cat climbed, first upon a dining room

chair and then to the dining room table itself.   It mowed

on everything that it could find

its face toward, letting its mutli-colored tail waggle back,

forth in the air, straight up

allowing chill of house to rush passed posterior.   The milk-mixed-potatoes were

terribly delectable, as well as turkey gravy

but it was the seasoned pot roast that the cat found itself

drawn to most. As sharp little canines

inside feline tore flesh from bone, human person was awoken by sharp

clatter of reindeer upon roof, roused to rise, positioned

themselves in kitchen doorway.   Human was not

pleasantly perplexed,

but was perplexed indeed to see Christmas cat eating Christmas meat

while Christmas man made

movement on snow drifted roof.   Human person rushed for butcher knife,

cat slow to maneuver, but maneuver

it did but not before losing its tail to the business end of stainless steel

cutlery.  Human furious with

imbecile knowledge that it dozed while animal wandered

with exposed food present

was not even close to taking blame for letting Christmas

cat inside.

Animal only followed instinct, and instinct took over, with bleeding stub and fearful

run through house and leaking red stains

on carpets in front of fireplaces,

upon sleeper sofas for human people hoping that door might open.

Soon, fat Christmas man comes down chimney,

sees the violence ensue and it pulls

out two things, one for human and one for cat too.   Person drops

knife with a clatter on floor and is presented

with an as-if-just-cooked roast,

and the cat is stitched up with needle and thread.

All seems right for human owner person, but Christmas man in coat of red points to roast,

and points to cat, and gestures

owner person give cat the pot.  Cat declines, having lost trust for human person.

Nothing is ever happily ever after.

But cat is full,

and owner person has to wash stainless steel that

is stained.