Michael Philips


Cat Lover


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.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 23, 2005

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  • Rookie kskdnj sajn (7/24/2006 9:58:00 PM)

    Purrrty cute here. :) Your kitties' scratch the surfaces of thoughtful reflections. Enjoyed the multi-pac of diverse emotions in this read. :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Joy Vanderhelm (1/22/2006 8:11:00 PM)

    Funny. That's a lot of what my cat does. Although, she walks arounds and meows instead of purring... loudly, very loudly. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Joseph Daly (11/23/2005 11:10:00 AM)

    That sums it up I reckon. We love our pets so much, but they can be replaced. Wonderfully set out Micheal. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mary Nagy (11/23/2005 6:49:00 AM)

    It almost seems like you're anticipating the end for the black one too..........this is why I like dogs it's much easier to 'keep' them. :) Nice poem Michael. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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