jack

by robo

Posted to Poetry on 2001-09-29 03:44:00

he lay there in the gutter
all sleek shiny and black
she used to call him the velveteen kitty
but his real name was jack
no breath nor a pulse
neither movement did he make
gone somewhere to rest
but allway knowing he can never come back
I picked him up
took him into the garden
dug a hole
jordan wrapped him up
he put a ribbon round the shroud
we lay him to rest as she said
he was a good cat.

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