Last Stand

On the second shelf she laid
body and mind perfectly at rest
then came the foul stench
a nemesis of ancient age
she stirred awake
pupils dilated straight as her will
razor blade paw fangs ejected and ready to go
the couple assassins 
spread to cover her escape
growling with hatred 
it was a fight to the death
fill the bowel of hell with hot rage
But escape was not part of her plan
she the very start
she pitied them instead
who brings a dog to a cat fight?
they stood not a chance
ask the three blind mice

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