Dead Bird.

Dead Bird.

A Poem by MH
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My cat prefers my mother.

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There is a graveyard of gifts outside my Mothers door,
the feathered wrappings matted and askew,
the contents spill out through white ribs,
hollow eyes,
emaciated, it stared forward.
We didn't ask for these
but she was happy to bring them. 
                                 

© 2016 MH


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MH
Do you understand what its about?

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Of course I understand! My kitty used to bring me a dead mouse every morning, but then she ran away a few weeks ago, to pursue a life of wildness & permanent creature hunting. I like that you described this in a somewhat cryptic way . . . details make writing POP!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Beautifully creative way of seeing positives where others see negative. Thank you for sharing this, I enjoyed reading it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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This is lovely, the imagery of the cat still remaining loyal was beautiful.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Short and sweet. Strange how only domestic cats do this.

Posted 8 Years Ago


We used to have a cat that lived outdoors only and would bring us dead gifts. The worst was a full sized Jack Rabbit. Is this whats going on, only a bird? or something much deeper?

Posted 8 Years Ago


MH

8 Years Ago

It is supposed to be read at dead gifts yes, Thanks for the reply. Any comments on the way its writt.. read more
Mehameha

8 Years Ago

The imagery was there. I liked you kept reason for the graveyard hidden. Not confusing and flowed we.. read more

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