The cat was run over

in the deep of night.

I didn't notice it at first,

the stench finally caught my attention.

You quietly pick it up with the shovel

quickly drop it into a plastic bag.

It will go out Tuesday with the trash.

The cat was run over, there's nothing more than that.

No poem, no song, just this limited lament.

I wonder where he went.

01/06/2008

Author's Note: A cat was waiting for me on a recent cold winter morning at 5:30.....

Posted on 01/06/2008
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