only a cat

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only another half hour


the greasy overalls shouted across to me

 - funny, I thought -

they’d said that an hour ago.


So I sat there on the wall outside

in the cold pale sunshine,

& lit a cigarette

and absentmindedly

 sat there

kicking around

at the scrub & the grass & the cola cans

& my eyes settled on one of the saddest sights

I think I have ever seen –

a dead cat

just by my feet –

his ginger coat an invisible cloak

in the dead winter’s grass.


He lay there asleep

with no eyes

and for a moment I felt

that if I just reached down & touched him

he might jump up

& run away.

◄ a safe pair of hands

pitch perfect ►


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Chris Dawson

Fri 2nd Jul 2010 14:49

Haunting. Keep re-reading it.

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Fri 2nd Jul 2010 12:13

this might just be my favourite of yours, Banksy

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Thu 24th Jun 2010 19:24

Many thanks - it was just how I felt at the time - a bit of a strange thought. B

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Thu 24th Jun 2010 12:35

I like the way you can write about anything. Sometimes the every day can just touch you.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 24th Jun 2010 12:09

Good description. Come back to life with no eyes? Reminds me of 'The Monkey's Paw'.

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 23rd Jun 2010 10:12

Gosh! How sad! A good poem Banksy. My cat just came up to me and miaowed as I read it, in sympathy I expect!

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