Humorous and Insensitive
(Warning, some dark humor. If you are sensitive about death and illness, have recently lost a loved one, this is not a read for you)
My cat talks to me in Catinese,
an abbreviated form of meows
and geese-like chirps – but
somehow it does not get in the
way of understanding, for we do
carry-on so; myself speaking mostly
gibberish, our coochy-coo language
reserved for pets and infants. When it
turns to telepathy I am really astounded,
those inquisitive tilts of the head,
and mysteriously orchestrated stares,
eye-blinks and squinting: like a bartender
an hour after last call...and a widow, in search
of an all-around repair man, hers of
40 years having gingerly passed on....
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