Blood curtleing screams

She left this world the same as she entered

Claws sharpened and teeth bared

                                                                Dirty claws and blood stained teeth

                                                                 With a face only a mother could love

But beauty is in the eye of the beholder 

What a beauty

That fur......

That fur.........

                                                                  Coarse and something like a rat

                                                                   In appearance and in smell

Frangrant to some and missed by one

To hopefully be reunited in another place

                                                                     But seriously THAT face

It all ended too soon