Poem -
I do not sing
Upon rescue
It turned its eyes downward
Away and sadly gazed towards
The sky
Its fleetingness a palpable thing
Its tiny paws acurled to die
and,
so soflty sad its body felt, still
warmed with sun, that downy
pelt
of consequence to no one's heart
A tiny life called to depart
a story lost, not ever told
this weight upon my palm
now cold
a perfect soft and
Wasted thing
Of gods and death
I do not sing
a praise
M ~
Like 3 Pin it 2
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
and under the circumstances, I do not sing alongside you .. but am still there, to console thee .. x
Ah...nothing died ...not today though this happening exactly as written is a regular occurrence for me...for anyone with cats I imagine...still...can never seem to get through any day without knowing that 'something' is dying 'somewhere'...probably in agony and continually wondering
what the fuck 'this' is all about
Happy Friday lol...hugs x
Phew ............................ x
😆😆😆😆