The Calico Cat

Carcasses litter the unkempt lawn:
a squirrel here, over there a robin,
a rabbit, several mice, a gopher.
Wafting from the moldering cadavers
is an odor, unpleasant and fetid.
Ambling down the footpath
comes a comely white, blue-eyed, cat
with spots of brown and black.
She stops, looking up at me, as we pass.
Brushing against my leg, she meows.
As I stoop down and gently pet her
she arches her back, purring softly.
The door opens; my friend greets me:
“I see you’ve befriended Daphne.
She’s my sweetie, a tender, loving cat.”
“So I see,” I reply, caressing the cat
and surveying the sundry slain critters
who are strewn throughout the yard.

This article was posted on Sunday, August 15th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.