For a dead Cat

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Death has been a guest in our home for a while now.
We feed him kitty milk and sardines.
For now, he seems content and
Does not want to leave…

Death left the other day.
He stood, awkwardly, in the door frame,
Before leaving.
He didn’t have anything to say,
But I swear I saw him waving.
Although, it might have been my cat’s tail
Swaying.

Since Death left,
Our living room
Has been much warmer.

by Maks Importado, 18, Berlin, Germany

For a dead Cat

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