-sigh- Me kitty died...Just tonight. I didn't really cry or anything, because he had been sick for a while, but still...I'm kind of...sad. -sigh- Dumb thing is, my parents didn't even tell me. They probably thought I couldn't handle it. Anyways, they were gone for a bit, so I went out to give James (yeah, that was his name...) his medicine, and I could only find his brother, Henry (both are black kittens) so I got really worried. Then I went and looked in our spreader (we have sheep, so our cat are barn cats...plus my mom is allergic) 'cause that's where a lot of our dead cats end up. And I hate it, because then I can't bury them or anything. So I took James out of the spreader, because, of course, that's where he was, and buried him in our 'pet graveyard.' It was so creepy because his eyes were open...
-shudder- I just wrapped him up and dug a hole and buried him, even though it was, like, pitch-black out. I made a little bouquet of flowers and put those on the grave...My other cats followed me and were trying to cheer me up...I think they knew that I was sad. -sigh- Poor kitty...So I got to thinking, and made a poem, out of random inspiration...
Dead Cat On My Doorstep
Dead cat on my
Doorstep
Wonder where it's
From
'Tis black and small
Ribs are
Showing
To die like
This
Why did it
Live at
All?
A pointless life
I stare down
Droplets fall
Tears sparkle
Why did it
Have to die
Alone
Without a
Home
Or anyone
Who ever
Cared?
Perhaps it chose
This place
To die
To teach me
That life is precious
Not to waste
Another day
Or waste away
'Cause each day
Gone
Is another lost
Forever
Dead cat on my
Doorstep
I pick it up
Hold it tight
Swear'll I'll try to make
Something right
In this world
Simply because
There's a dead cat on my
Doorstep