The white one purred and was soft.
We gave it a name.
Got hit by a car.
We buried it in back.
by Michael Philips
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24 Jul 2006 09:58
Purrrty cute here. :) Your kitties' scratch the surfaces of thoughtful reflections. Enjoyed the multi-pac of diverse emotions in this read. :)
22 Jan 2006 08:11
Funny. That's a lot of what my cat does. Although, she walks arounds and meows instead of purring... loudly, very loudly.
27 Nov 2005 06:44
I like the simplicity of this piece and your details were flawless.
23 Nov 2005 12:06
yes, after 45 years of animals, this is just about the size of it.
23 Nov 2005 11:10
That sums it up I reckon. We love our pets so much, but they can be replaced. Wonderfully set out Micheal.
23 Nov 2005 08:31
I love cats! They seem like both spiritual and literary animals.
Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler
23 Nov 2005 06:56
the subtle humour in this is priceless. this was a joy to read. Jake
23 Nov 2005 06:49
It almost seems like you're anticipating the end for the black one too..........this is why I like dogs it's much easier to 'keep' them. :) Nice poem Michael. Sincerely, Mary