The Dead Cat Feeling: a poem

I remember the sickness that spread through our barn cats like rot. Old toms, kittens not yet weaned, hissers, purrers alike. Fifteen years old, I buried them all, one by one, in the backyard under the oak, in the apple orchard, and by the stump of the pine. I had to keep plotting new cemeteries... Continue Reading →

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