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
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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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.