This morning
Gazing past my windowsill
Onto the road just beyond
I witnessed a tragic death
Of a tiny kitty cat
Who had crossed the road of chance

Springing high up into the sky
Leaping frantically onto the path
Prancing the dance of fate
Spurting its last breaths of life

Poor black and white kitty
Stained in red
Twisted and deformed
Too weak to cry out
Helpless
Oblivious to passersby
Cars Trampling your fragile body
Mercilessly
To a flat vestige of life

My stomach churned with queasiness
As your intestines paved the street
My heart beat with pain
While your heart would beat no more

Poor Kitty
Your morning glory
Would be no more





June 1997