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.
the subtle humour in this is priceless. this was a joy to read. Jake
I love cats! They seem like both spiritual and literary animals.
Purrrty cute here. :) Your kitties' scratch the surfaces of thoughtful reflections. Enjoyed the multi-pac of diverse emotions in this read. :)
Funny. That's a lot of what my cat does. Although, she walks arounds and meows instead of purring... loudly, very loudly.
I like the simplicity of this piece and your details were flawless.
yes, after 45 years of animals, this is just about the size of it.
That sums it up I reckon. We love our pets so much, but they can be replaced. Wonderfully set out Micheal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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