52 SONGS

...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Saturday, March 29, 2014

24. For My Cat, Killed by a Coyote

the quickness of the dash
in morning

                  you wanted to eat:
each step released, or seemed to release
chirps of agitation,
desire pent up outside
driving to a bowl in
the corner of the kitchen
                                    you

~

preceding the ritual, scratches at
the door
pre-dawn yowling, your
limited words
              for out

raised from sleep I grabbed you
tossed you outside in
                                    I admit!—
anger

~

                  each bird
                                    at your claw
                                                      killed
I was sad about
                 
impressed

~

late life
you sought the lap shunned
in youth: new presence
of children
made at times the house
loud            tense
                                    unearthing new
reflex

like when hollow-eyed beside
                  wreckage a person welcomes
a stranger’s
blanket 

welcomed
my lap the blanket
you are
you were

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