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Constance La France
cat, death, grief,
I recall the day that I brought h e r home,
six weeks old and a ball of spotted fur;
all around the house that day she did roam,
at times- she ran so fast she was a blur.
Then, she would c r a w l upon my knee to purr,
oh, such a murmuring tranquility;
that little s o u l was all fragility.
One day, I came home to find her dead,
oh, I will miss that sweet l o v i n g personality;
buried now- under roses red.
August 29, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Death of a Kitten
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1134-305-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
cat, death, sad,
On the road.
death, death, death,
ON THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF A HALF-
He was so beautiful, young and strong
I’d fed him just that day
Interrupted his play
Oh, he was hungry!
Cannot believe he’s gone
If he’d been sick – many days in a sorry way
On his porch bed fated to stay
His death – a blessing if quick
Oh, God, let not his death been a violent one
Not by poison, rock, or pellet gun
I’d like to think God looked down and
Found him good too good for Earth
Too good to spill of blood
I’d like to think some angels came to Earth
And seeing such innocence gathered round
Took his soul to some higher region
To bless worthier folk the reason
Jessica Amanda Salmonson
animal, betrayal, bird, cat, death, farm, murder,
"Give me a ride across the barnyard," said the baby chick. The baby kitten said, "If I do that, you may peck my brains out." "I promise I won't peck your brains out," said the baby chick. So the kitten gave the baby chick a ride across the barnyard, and the baby chick pecked the kitten's brains out. As the kitten was dying, she asked, "Why did you do that? You promised you wouldn't peck my brains out." "After all," said the baby chick, "I am a baby chick."