Two Black Cats

Two black cats

Went out to play.

They didn't come back.

Same story, different days.

Both had white patches,

Small paws, big ears,

long whiskers,

not enough fears.

They never came back

From hunting that day,

How they were killed,

I cannot say.

I only know 

I loved them both.

I miss them both

I needed them both.

Two black cats 

went out to see

The world and life.

Now they're both free.

Author's Note

...I.E., Snickers and Oreo. Two old cats of mine.

Reviews

[Hamza Hanafi]

I really think that the repetition towards the end convey's the sadness of the situation. I would also like to say sorry for your loss. As a double cat owner, I know how close the connection with a pet can be.

[Maxine]

Justa coupla days. And you were informed...just now. by the poem.

[Stripes]

Okay WTF?!?! Since when has Snickers been gone and why the *excessive ultimate Wizard Swears* was I not informed?!?!?!?!?!? *growl*