Death is A Cat

Death comes
at you
not
cloaked
in
a hood

wielding
a
scythe

It comes
at you
like
a cat

right
out
of
the
damn
litter
box

right
after
taking
a
stinking
cat shit

Circling
your feet

rubbing
its head
against
your
leg

nudging
you
until
you
acknowledge
its
presence
or
kick it
away