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shoebox
Old cat
catches
blue fish in the grass,
Heaven smiles
—flopping soul still
damp
from floppy life,
—they
like it.
Sun sets, moon
explodes across
glossy
black
sky
—clouds move in,
covering the
scene,
the crime . . .
Old cat
—matted fur,
possible
rabies—
messenger of god,
catches the sparrow
of Death
& pulls out feather
& wing.
No shallow grave,
no shoebox.
catches
blue fish in the grass,
Heaven smiles
—flopping soul still
damp
from floppy life,
—they
like it.
Sun sets, moon
explodes across
glossy
black
sky
—clouds move in,
covering the
scene,
the crime . . .
Old cat
—matted fur,
possible
rabies—
messenger of god,
catches the sparrow
of Death
& pulls out feather
& wing.
No shallow grave,
no shoebox.
Published 17th Apr 2012
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