My Cats Death

Filled with no more than a breath of warm fresh air, exhausted, he dies His last breath, heavy and sullen, pours out from between his cherry pink lips Flowing down the sides of his, light blue blush cheeks, constantly licking its way down From there it flows about the floor in desperate need of human muzzle Dragging itself from here to there and spreading itself out thin When it came upon a sleeping cat, with no remorse of stinking foul, crept inside its nose The cat wakes, places several masks upon its face, then blows it right back out The breath, lighter now, finds hope in only death and dies The cat perplexed can only sigh.