POEM - - -THE KILLER CAT

[oldman5286]

The Killer Cat

His nose was cold, his toes were cold
And his body was colder than hell
He’s a goner, cause he’s out there in Donner,
The pass that is known so well
For its winter snows and wind that blows
And frost that covers the ground
If he could die in a warmer place
He was sure he would rather drown

He came up here after that killer cat
That had been getting his sheep down below
He figured he'd lost about 49 head
In the last two weeks or so
He thought,” I’ll make that critter pay
With his life, for those sheep of mine”
But now it looks like on his frozen carcass
That killer cat will dine

He heard it scream up on the ridge
Just below the snow
He figured he knew right where it was
So up he decided to go
He knew it could hear him coming
And was laying there in wait
But the one thing he hadn't counted on
Was that damn critters mate

She jumped down from the limb of a tree
And landed on his back
She could have killed him, then and there
If it hadn't been for his pack
She clawed and bit and tore him up
And was bringing lots of blood
He knew his life was pouring out
In that sticky crimson flood

He fought her off and held her at bay
For the few seconds that he needed
To remember the warnings that he’d received
But stupidly hadn't heeded
He'd been told that he would die
In the cold and all alone
Now there he set, bleeding to death
And his body chilled to the bone

He could feel himself slipping away
And he know he’d never feel
The crushing jaws of that cat
When his fate she comes to seal
He could see her eyes from over there
Looking back at him
Full of hate for all mankind
His chances were very slim

As consciousness begin to fade
His inner thoughts went soaring
To lots of things he'd left undone
And it sent his mind to roaring
”I don't want to die, here, right now
And become this cats meal
I feel in this game of life
I should get another deal”

She comes in a rush, moving fast
And he knows he will never make it
But this thought has brought inner peace
“Here's my life - - - come take it”

oldman5286

[Soapweed]

Great poem, oldman5268. It sounds like his fate is much like that of the hero in Johnny Horton's song, "When It's Springtime in Alasaka."

I mushed from Point Barrow through a blizzard of snow
Been out prospectin' for two years or so
Pulled into Fairbanks, the city was a-boom
So I took a little stroll to the Red Dog Sea-loon

As I walked in the door, the music was clear
The purtiest voice I had heard in two years
The song she was singin' made a man's blood run cold
When it's Springtime in Alaska, it's forty below
(When it's Springtime in Alaska, it's forty below)

It was redheaded Lil who was singin' so sweet
I reached down and took the snow packs off my feet
I reached for the gal who was singin' the tune
We did the Eskeemo Hop all around the sea-loon

With the Caribou Crawl and a Grizzly Bear Hug
We did our dance on a Kodiak rug
The song she kept singin' made a man's blood run cold
When it's Springtime in Alaska, it's forty below

I was as innocent as I could be
I didn't know Lil was Big Ed's wife-to-be
He took out his knife and he gave it a throw
When it's Springtime in Alaska, I'll be six feet below
(When it's Springtime in Alaska, he'll be six feet below)

[DustDevil]

Great poem. I can see it in my mind like reading a Louis L'amour book.

[DustDevil]