Tuesday Poem – The cat teaches me about death
Not by killing or through her own fragility
by bringing in lizards from the garden.
Play things. Hidden under the rug
she gives them away
with her sniffing interest.
Mostly I coax them onto the dustpan
to carry gently outside. Or I find them later
dusty in corners and stiff.
Heads curled under
So light the breeze takes them
before I make it to the rose bush.