Our family cat had
Grown grotesque with age.
His skin covered
with cancer sores
and his bones bulged
out beneath his fur--
his once thick and fluffy fur.
He felt almost like
some strange, flightless
bird when you had to hold him.
I just got around to this one, Rachel. Sadly, it reminds
me of the day we lost Kitty, But somehow I managed to capture
it in a poem I posted called...Kitty. -gene.
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on February 19, 2011
Oh so sad sorry sweet lady ...stay safe and well..Hugss
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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me of the day we lost Kitty, But somehow I managed to capture
it in a poem I posted called...Kitty. -gene.