The Corpse of a Hissing Cat
Sooty black and thin boned,
velvet almost, but stringy.
Hard to define
the shape of a hissing cat
that was so soon alive and kicking,
but now lies dead
on my neighbor's lawn.
I would watch it on summer evenings
crouching low
under the hedgerow hunting small birds.
Fortunately for the birds
it most always missed,
then he would hiss loudly,
and walk away,
skinny tail up
as if he didn't give a damn.
Now it's dead,
and by God, I swear I can hear
it hissing still,
and not giving a damn.
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