Like a
bereaved mother
Coping
with the loss
Of all ten
of her grandchildren
In a
tragic boating accident,
Or some
such calamity,
So was I.
Your
babies,
Eve,
And yours
too,
Mama Cat,
And yours
too,
Skinny One,
Alas,
It was
only yesterday,
It seems,
This
household was filled
With the
happy sound
Of their
tiny,
Or
not-so-tiny,
Feet
Whichever
the case might've been,
This now
silent and empty household,
Silent and
empty
Except for
four indifferent cats
And one
lifeless hooman.
