The Dead Cat Poem by MARINA GIPPS
The Dead Cat
It happened much too long ago.
Somebody's cat died and went underground
untimely-just like everything else.
At its last rites I placed several
thick blankets of mud to hide
everything I wanted to forget
But something stopped me
deep in the night of endless
passion for living gone awry-
something grabbed my black coat,
its last breath, gulping me inwards.
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4/26/2024 10:22:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Short and stodgy. More than a little dark. It makes me wonder what was going through your mind as you wrote this, but it almost doesn't reveal enough. Poet's license I suppose :) still a good read.