It's like an invasion
on every occasion that the lunar
cycle takes a pause
and causes hoards of things with paws
and scary jaws that smile cold
to just pop up. Unfolding terrors
on my house
playing poker, joking about sucking
my spouse. Lifeless
chewed through the flesh.
They make a mess and tear down walls
and smash my mugs
with angry calls of their own frustration
with the fur. Blurred entrepreneurs
running through woods
and knocking down doors
with floors of broken shards
just bleeding on my kitchen floor.
This is my call to arms
for any slayers
ones who specialise in kitchen invaders
and have silver stakes.