The white one purred and was soft.
We gave it a name.
Got hit by a car.
We buried it in back.
The kids cried.
The gray one purred and was soft.
It meowed sometimes.
Disappeared one day.
We put up signs.
The kids cried.
The black one purrs and is soft.
It walks around the house.
I skimmed the morning paper
Then went to work.
Michael Philips
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cat-lover/
