My Cat's Murder Poem by Moz Rauf
My Cat's Murder
Her eyes were gazing but black
like another worthless dream
Dead she was, today.
Lying, in the pool of blood,
amidst Squashed meat and broken bones
My little cat was murdered
Not by God's wrath
Neither by the devil's sword
but of a rich man's
speeding car.
So when the angels escort my cat
to the paradise of cats
Please keep your screaming vehicles
Out of the divine vicinity.
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