In Extremis A Lesson Poem by Bill Grace

With the urine and lightly shit stained carpets
From the front door we built a sort of run way to the grass
One day I screamed and struck across pointing ears
That was before the secret of cat food was discovered
From pile to pile we motivated his movement
We never should have let it go so long.
But back to the day I struck across his pointing ears,
A beast was near – I could feel it
Only it did not have four legs.