Easter Road, Edinburgh

Freeverse

She was in her prime,

her slender body

is still intact, no wounds but

her mouth.

It is open and her teeth

are red - red and jagged,

like an impaler’s spikes

on which many a tiny creature

has squeaked its last.

Blunt grey eyes stare ahead

still, not comprehending,

but blindly aware of something.

Perhaps someone should move her,

throw her into a dustbin

or into someone’s garden.

The unheeding traffic

has completed its task

and sweeps blindly past.

- 2 -

Here lies McPuss,

hit by a bus.

Requiescat in pace.

(Jul 2022)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh that poor cat...
not much of a contest, bus against cat.
but the crows are enjoying the spoils.
j.

[Andrew John]

Wrote it 30-odd years ago. I was in Edinburgh when I saw the cat's body, must have written the thing not long afterwards.

[Chris Shaw]

Rest in peace pussycat from over the border. Someone is going to be terribly upset.Lost cats this way myself. I hope the owner is reunited with his or her feline to say final goodbyes. Sad poem. Nice you wrote it Andrew.

Chris

[Andrew John]

It was some 30-odd years ago that I wrote that, Chris, so the moggy is pretty well rotted by now. Amazing that one finds poems one wrote so long ago.