A little cat, a kitten, was lying in the road.
It wasn’t napping, mind you. It was dead and cold.
I threw it off.... to the roadside.
The little cat I did NOT hide.
Now it’s just a cast off, furry, piece of meat,
ready for hungry vultures to come and eat.
It was one small cat. I’m sure ‘twill be forgotten,
and I’m sure a replacement for it... soon will be begotten.
(September 21,2013)
Bri Edwards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-cat-cat-lovers-get-your-hankies-ready-short-personal-encounter/
