This poem came from the October 2-3, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette.
They have tails,
but neither horns nor wings.
They do not need pitchforks;
they have teeth and claws.
It does not matter if they are red or black
or white as the robe of God Himself.
All cats are kin to mischief
and have a little bit of the Devil in them.
They go both ways;
They have a shoulder-angel on the right
and a shoulder-devil on the left.
Cats run wild down the hall
and no angel can hold on for eight seconds.
Shoulder-devils are made of sterner stuff;
they can stick it out.
Sometimes, when the damned cat
is tearing through the house at 2 A.M.
you can hear one squeaking, "Yeehaw, Kitty!
Rip up that rug! Puke in that shoe! Let's get more catnip!"