Master forced into psychiatric care
A band of bitches with DSMV-IV
Locked the queen away
On Kosciusko Street
Meowing
On the cellar steps
Lennox the landlord found her
He did not know where the master was
In need of insulin injections
It seemed better to put her
To Rest
Master released on July 12th
Landlord was there
Waiting for the rent
“I had to have your cat put to sleep. Will you be moving?”
Master just looked at him
But didn’t cry
All the landlord wanted was the rent
God and the cat were dead.
Another cat came in the window
A July sunrise, exactly three years later
One not adopted like Link,
A cat from the ASPCA
Master called her
Baby Girl
Calico crawled into his arms
She cuddled in his soft terry cloth robe
Reminds master of Bette,
He sang a song to Bette
Before she was put under…
Every morning
While shaving, Master sang-
“She’s a calico, a calico, a calico…”
He sings “the Rose” now
Realizing
Has a purpose
This is so touching, Charles. I really like the spare and direct style in this poem.
Yes, nice touching piece. Just gave my little calico pin cushion another dose. She’s usually cool for a little pin prick, but this time she jumped. It must be this awful heat we are having here setting her on edge. It was a balmy 71 today.