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day 21, poem 17

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how bright their frail deeds
her morning 'chirp' is gone.
her claw-clicks on the hardwood floor are gone.
her tongue rasping my fingers in her fur, gone.
her belly-up-on-the-carpet teasing is gone.

moments after they take her away, a towel-wrapped lump,
a furious wind rips her toys,
her box, and her food from the house.
they're dumped at the animal shelter, that place
full of not-hers who stole her eyes.

4/26/05

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eve_l_incarnata
Apr. 28th, 2005 06:30 am (UTC)
Oh, sad.
firecat
Apr. 28th, 2005 06:38 am (UTC)
i still miss my selkie.
eve_l_incarnata
Apr. 28th, 2005 06:45 am (UTC)
I could tell.
ex_serenejo
May. 1st, 2005 08:08 pm (UTC)
Poor selkie-baby. Poor stef. *pat, pat, soothe, soothe*
firecat
May. 2nd, 2005 03:29 am (UTC)
*snif* Thanks. I have a great Biscuit now. And I even have grudging approval from one of the household members to get another cat.
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