Dante‘s 9

I wrote “Dante’s 9” end of 2012 after the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting. I was shocked and devastated. I can’t imagine being one of those parents. Getting a call, hearing that there was a mass shooting in the school, finding out that your child was among the twenty that this man killed.

How should one continue living after that?

Cat with a big heart

I bring muddy pawprints on dark wooden floor,

Get two yummy bellyfulls but I meow for one more.

I jump up high, pressing fly under my right paw,

Snatch it, crunch it in two bites, delicious though it‘s raw.

 

I wake up from my midday sleep, I strech, yawn, then sit,

I look around for cuddly place. See Mom. Mmm. Good fit.

Then I snuggle on her laptop, pressing shift, delete, ignore,

She smiles, gives me best of cuddles while I purr and snore.

 

Evening is all quiet, boys asleep in bed,

I jump onto the sofa next to Mommy‘s head,

We touch foreheads, once or twice, my favorite part of day,

I lie for hours on her lap, existance in best way.

 

Rainy morning, something‘s wrong, my heart is very sore,

Next moment all is gone – and I am no more

 

 

*for Kinai (2010-2013)

Kinai