Sunday, January 19, 2020

Linda Imbler writes

Burying My Cat

The storm raged and left,
so the forest ground is soft.
I imagine all the bones
to be found in five year’s time.
But, I always knew
he did not want to be dead,
and as his meows
echo through the air,
I am called to follow
him to our mutual end.

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