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The Blue Bowl

Rating: 4.0

Like primitives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-handed
we scraped sand and gravel
back into the hole.
They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feathers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.

We stood and brushed each other off.
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Nigel Norton 15 December 2015

Fantastic, but in a nice way as it sounds very real life

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Dawn Fuzan 13 May 2014

Jane This is a good poem, keep it up

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