[stylist] Poem - "Vixen"

[William L Houts]

HI All,


My sister's cat died yesterday, and we've all been dealing with it.  
Here's my poem on the subject:


  Vixen

She leads us through

her dying, a cat pioneer,

her breathing a clear slowing river.

Vixen is old

as cats ever get,,

an old lady white

as polished bone.Hourly laved,

her fur once shone

like mountain snow:

it's dingy now, pasty

as if yellow with pain.

Sometimes she purrs

while wheezing:a brave ragged gift,

Tender tormentors,we grasp

for more than she can spare.

The end comes After thrashing,

Vixen carried off on a raging sea.

Silent, I sit, strangely unmoved

while the women wail like Troy.






--WLH












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