Attack of the Clawed Fuzzies

We thought we had a chance,
we thought we’d survive,
but when the clawed fuzzies attacked
they wouldn’t be denied.

Coming in the dead of night
purring bewitching sounds,
before we could escape
they groomed and pulled us down.

Some hid from the alluring mews
and prickly paws,
but there was no escaping
the fuzzies sporting claws.

©October 2016, March 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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2 Responses to Attack of the Clawed Fuzzies

  1. Zoewiezoe says:

    Death by adorableness…I’ll take it.

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