On The Death Of A Neighbour's Cat (Poetry)

08th August 2017
He is lost to the sun
for its rays cannot find him
the empty grass waits
while the day is unwinding
no sweet summer snooze
as the hour moves on
all is still as a church
when the funeral is done

The grass stretches wide —
rough lawns undertaking
a memory of fur
and nine lives in the making
now he’s lost to the rain
and the sky’s fickle cover
for his shadow is gone
and the long dream is over