I miss that cat,
and that cat,
and that one.
I miss that parakeet,
that one,
and that one, especially.
No birds of mine have died
in 13 years.
But two cats in two have gone.
Thirteen years ago
a human life ceased.
The contrasts of effort still puzzle me.
Crush a roach,
usher a spider or wasp,
bury an unknown pigeon.
Rip out a rose bush,
Slash at raspberry canes full of thorns,
Preserve the weed someone mentioned was akin to spinach.
Eat dead cow,
dead chicken,
dead pig.
Save puppy-mill pups,
crazy-cat-lady hoarded felines,
use erratic capitalization.
4 comments:
Would this qualify as Poetic Panache? Note random capitalization..
ganache is preferred.
marzipan may be substituted.
in a pinch, a canister of unpacked brown sugar will suffice.
http://www.kingarthurflour.com/recipes/hot-buttered-pretzels-recipe
add 1 budgie (aka 'parakeet')
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