Sonnet of a Troubled Cat

i beamed down at my now lifeless slaughter

im better than the famous nightstalker

i am a god and can walk on water

but id rather not, what a real shocker.

the scene before me is truly grotesque

the mess before me could cause a breakdown

because its a real mess, not picturesque

whiskers twitch during my almost meltdown

now my night is slowly turning dismal

suddenly showing little devotion

i know what i'm doing may be sinful

but i have no regret or emotion

for i am just a cat with bad habits

and this is for my very own sabbath