Sunday, December 24, 2017

Jack Scott writes

Sorry You Died, Owl

There is no hunting ground in heaven, 

not for you. 
Heaven’s not for pussycats. 
I’m sorry you’re dead. 
I’m sorry you may have nowhere to go. 
There are no mice or moles in the heaven that I know. 
Heaven’s perfect 
and does not need pussycats. 
There are no crumbs for mice to eat, 
nor any worms for moles. 
There are no fireplaces to lie before, 
only souls. And pussycats have no souls. 
Sorry, Owl. 
Sorry you died

 in my tat story   owl on skull= wisdom gained ...the past is dead

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