Galeanthropy

Tall, dark, and lean,

He's barely seen,

Upon the high up leaves.

Ears pierced though,

His clothes like glue,

Making him breathe and heave.

His tail does flicker,

As his mind is sicker

With each passing thought.

With a cackling laugh,

And a grin times half,

His eyes, pale green, see naught.

Ghostly fangs slip out,

As smooth white lips do pout.

Those bloody teeth tear in

Breaking and busting her skin.

He feels a stare,

Cold, morbid and bare,

And turns around

To see the ground.

And I turn back

To see the cat.

So, this was this

And that was that.