Eulogy For a Kitten
An afternoon walk, soon after the storm,
where skies had left a world forlorn
An empty lot....I'd pass it by
...just an empty page, of puncture vines
But, then I heard the faintest cry
No other fool, or soul around
It was so slight, the smallest sound...
Through weeds, I searched until I found
a kitten lost. upon the ground
His color washed, as if by rain
Friendless cold, and stiff with pain
How could nature go so wrong?
Overhead, a constant fray,
of squawking Jays...which had found their prey
It seemed they wished to wound the brown
ball of fur, so nearly drowned
I scooped him up, poor little waif
There'd been no place for his escape
I felt, tho' scant, the trace of heart
Putter faintly in my palm
Poor little thing...., with no resist
I sheltered him against my breast
Then...what should be warming calm
Turned strangely cold, and chilled my soul
The air was still
No wind, no rain,
The birds had left,....away with rain
And in my hand the silent depth...
no life in him,.....and mine was spent
How could a thing so small as this
hold death within a tiny grip?
And sudden grief upon me left
become immense.......as vast as this?
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
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