The way the lightning taunts me

makes me cower in my home

folded paper walls surround

as the rain falls on and on


Here I'm warm

with comforts near

More than enough

so safe and dear 


Still, I can't evade the storm

as it pours

it pelts

it blows

into my pillow

quiet grief

spirals from within my soul




Tuesday Evening


A full teapot, long cold

clean clothes, still on my bed

Reclining back

my tired head

murmurs again: 

My cat is dead 


Hot sunlight stings my eyes

The grass is cold and wet

I don't care about the flowers

All I think of is my pet





I'll never call his name again

or feel a paw reach out in bed

The steady purr and shedding fur

From a nestling, needy warmth


Cross-legged on the window seat

I'll never trim his claws 

His eyes won't squint

His paws won't grab

His tail 

won't give even

one last

playful flick


Good boy 

Bad cat

Buddy bud bud

Puss puss puss





◄ Karori morning (draft)

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Kelly Chang

Wed 6th Apr 2022 10:15

Thank you so much for your comments, your words make me feel understood and uplifted. 🌷

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Tue 29th Mar 2022 00:28

Ahh.. So so sad when we loose a pet! I understand your feelings here. It is heart breaking, as I know myself. Lovely, well done💗

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 25th Mar 2022 08:20

A sad, beautiful piece.The loss of a pet and the grief it engenders is so well described here.

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Stephen Atkinson

Thu 24th Mar 2022 22:12

A nicely constructed, beautifully
written piece. 🌷

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Greg Freeman

Thu 24th Mar 2022 08:30

Cats are special creatures, to those that love them, Kelly. This is a beautifully composed poem of mourning. You never lose control. Lovely last few lines.

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