Tuesday Poem – The cat teaches me about death

by SK

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

tails missing

light.


So light the breeze takes them

before I make it to the rose bush.



© Saradha Koirala 2009

Tuesday Poem

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