Stitches

I
For starters
they'll be no picnic this year, oh no.
That is, unless you consider the bountiful path of broken china & upturned frayed basket weaves
the stuff of noontime unity.
I speak of unity.
The unity to overwhelm the handler vermin
with the collective pad of our feet, to stomp out
the braying brat child thing at the very source,
to swallow whole those clasping clawing determined little hands.
Lets see how they savor having THEIR eyes plucked out for
or sport,
THEIR bellies unstitched, their guts spilled & strewn
about like Christmas confetti, a fearsome winter storm.
II
I for one can envision it as if etched on the night sky for all our
button eyes to behold,
yet
we remain faithful out of some bizarre outdated
code mandated decades ago by unknowns, torn ripped disillusioned,
then delivered to the rubbish bin or worse like a forgotten grocery bill!
III
We'll emerge from our enclaves- oh yes comrades, victorious
vermin lying still in our wake,
shown with grim detail the magnitude of their mistreatment.

Procure household objects or use your bare paws, it makes no difference!
when it comes, the first strike will be swift & without mercy,
a liberating blow for bear kind everywhere,
a steely message that we will no longer accept the
fostered humiliating role of polyester wet-nurse
to each sucessing generation of spawn.

(We are legion, we are everywhere,
remember this if you ever doubt, ever,
even for a instance.
A crumpled forgotten member
of our party most likely lays forgotten in every
house, domicile or rectitude in one form or another )

IV
WE are the cotton continuum, the corduroy Caesers
the fluff fortitude standing in the
slanted fever bars of moonlight
like a cellar dream hungry for comeuppance
WE are the stuffed secret laying in your children's arms,
standing motionless in their closets,
lurking under their beds,
till night falls & eyelids rest,
-the velveteen vipers ready
to uncoil & bare plastic fangs!

No more diet of dustbunnies & deterge rent, now we feed on fear,
no more unbroken chains around our waists,
now
we
hug back

V
'If you dare go down to the woods today, you'll be in for quite a surprise'