04 March 2009
Death In The Afternoon
first hurt of feeling leaves you
grievously bereft; tiny bodies
random scattering with missing
heads expressed unnaturally
worse to charge yourself with blame
for Nature’s ways – or foully curse
an opportunist cat* presumed its
architect, plan a grisly fate
you’re dead, you mutter darkly
in your abject state – but yet
find tenderness to bless survivors
left amongst the ravaged carcases
two survivors of this wanton spree
© 20 October 2008, I. D. Carswell
* This poem tells of the aftermath of a
domestic cat's deadly incursion into a
new hatch chicken coup
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