Stef (firecat) wrote,
Stef
firecat

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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