Fred is Back
In the silence while I sleep,
Something creeps up next to me.
I feel it pounce, I feel it thud
I hear no sounds, but I feel the rub.
My heart pounds, what can it be?
I look around, black is all I see.
I pull the covers tight to my chest
I pray to God for more hours of rest
Tick tock, the night ticks away
How many hours until darkness fades?
What is this thing, this invisible beast?
Why does it come, will it ever feast?
Sleep overtakes me once again
In my dreams I see rats and sin
I'm gripped by something, bound and chained
My hope is fleeting, my blood is drained.
And then the silent thud returns
I awake again, my chest it burns
I sit up and look towards the door
What is that I hear? Is that a snore?
Then something sinister beside me stirs
I hear it breathing, I hear it purr
The rhythmic noise, I cannot escape
I lie back down and accept my fate.
This poem is inspired by true events. Lately at night when I go to sleep I awake because of a noticeable thud on my bed. It is a small thud, the exact way my cat used to feel when it would jump on the bed when I was younger. Our cat's name was Fred and Fred died in our house when it burned back in Oct of 1990. I know that I am probably imagining the thud on my bed at night, but believe me, it seems very real. I always awake and I look and nothing is there, but I imagine it. I imagine the Cheshire Cat with an evil grin and red eyes looking at me. However, it doesn't want to eat me, instead it wants to crawl up on my chest and knead it the way my cat Fred used to do.
12 Comments:
Creepy poem, Eddo.
Is it happening just as you fall asleep?
Nope. It normally happens after I have been asleep for a while. This morning I was awakened at 5:45 by the feeling of something rubbing against my leg. The very distinct feeling of a cat. But once again, I am probably just dreaming it. It is just that I am dreaming it all the time and the initial pounce feeling is all to real.
oh, and the snoring part is true also. My neighbor snores so loud I can hear it through the walls. The other night I thought of it as purring and so I incorporated it here. I think dreams are often just a melange of reality anyway.
EM was right, that poem creeped me out . . . if I start dreaming about phantom cats I'm blaming you eddo.
Creepy. I'm not a huge cat fan, could never get used to the way they jump around, no matter how affectionate the act.
I think we have ghosts in the house. I sleep in the basement, and if you wake up late enough, you hear creepy walking, and then begins the show, a sympony of crashes....CP
Mmmm, maybe it is a sign that you need a kitty of your own again! :)
Fred. Such a nice name.
Our cat, Charlie White Sox Pesednik liked to jump on my face at night. My hubby's quick reflexes grabbed him just before he got me more than once. He sleeps outside now. (The cat not my hubby!)
Isn't your brain cool, rather than the snoring waking you up, it just incorporated it into the dream?
I liked the poem. I used to have a cat named Fred. He was so awesome.
I personally (and I won't go into my beliefs here) know that it is your cat Fred.
No fear should be felt Eddo, but relief that he loves you so much he still wants to be with you.
Yikes.
I have a cat. She's pretty cool-looking, with these HUGE very green eyes (she's grey). But she's somewhat annoying because she's a love-hog and "talks" ALL the time...
Anyway, my youngest brother was up visiting me not long after I'd gotten her and we were in the living room. He was petting her and talking to me. All of a sudden, he goes, "This is the cat of my dreams!"
Thinking it weird that he could see the summation of all good pet qualities in my crazy cat, I skeptically replied, "Really?!"
(totally seriously) "Yeah, when I was in Brazil, I dreamt that I was fighting a demonic cat!"
Great. :|
I used to have a cat named Fred too! Hmm... and this poem freaks me out.. I'm w/ Katie, if I start having nightmares I will not be pleased :)
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