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death of a cat - part 1
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the sodden broken body of matted black hair
my wife’s once overweight cat, Max
lay face down strewn at street’s edge
against the curb of the roundabout
at the bottom of our hill
solemnly returning with rubber gloves, shovel,
burlap sack and cardboard box
removing the deceased pet to our backyard garden
the chosen plot a desired point for proper burial
never my friend always under his glare
now saddened by the sudden demise
already feeling his absence
the ever obvious resentment
of sharing his house
with the woman we both adored
I tearfully dug his grave
lifting the sack to lay him to rest
his claw caught in the fabric of the sack
HIS CLAW CAUGHT IN THE FABRIC OF THE SACK
Max had been de-clawed years ago
turning the lifeless head
looking into the closed feline face
exclaiming silently THIS IS NOT MAX
after replacing the dead cat
to its original point of departure
my mission hopefully unobserved
I returned to the house
to fill in the unneeded grave
looking up I saw Max watching me from the hedge
however now with a look of acceptance in his eye
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Reviews
(applause received) 
Rose
United States
"It starts so sad, but has a happy
ending. For you anyways, not so much for the neighbor who really
owned the cat."
Rose
United States
"I liked this one, it gave me a good
visual of you trying to put the poor cat back without anyone seeing
you playing with road kill."
Ann Jefferson
United States
"I can just see
you there with that cat
I remember you not liking them growing up"
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