the cat and the chickpeas

I thought a cat

And the cat got sick

And the cat grew claws

and paws

and slick

And oily slunk through gaps and holes

And hungered, waiting, poised and cold.

He shivered, waited,

Leapt and pounced

And found the chickpeas,

Struck them out.

They made straight for his sharky mouth

Like slippy fish in desperate flight

Meet feline darkness black as night.