Apocalypse Meow

Story: Erik Finck

Art: Kris Moore

Taint

Down in the valley,

'Taint high nor low

There's a furry little critter you

You ought to know.

'Taint to big,

'Taint to wide

But he loves it when you hold him

Side by side.

'Taint quite tongue and cheek,

But a plate damn I'd like.

He ain't a saint

But I'm without complaint.

He's the squirrely, burly, whirly, twirly, slithering --

'TAINT

Poem by E-Rock Funk

Response from Kris.

Vulpine

"Nasty fetid thing of sinew and ligament. Vulpine countenance; two coals glowing in darkly masked sockets."

-JAW Cooper