The Big Cat
The big cat
It was a brilliant day, summer lasted long
in the rustic landscape, I lived, when I saw a cat
in the yellowing grass, no it was not an ordinary cat,
but a cheetah, it had been running after cars not
quite catching any, and now it was tired.
The car had no air condition all windows were open
the cat vanished from view when there was
a commotion in the back, the cheetah had grabbed
my old dog and run away, into the bushes.
I was consoled by the thought my dog had put up a heroic
Fight before the cat ate it.
My neighbour gave me whelp this helped me, dazed
as I was by my grief.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2020
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