Thursday, 5 February 2009

Snowball

From the window
she sees children
building snowmen in green wellies
the garden
a foot deep
in crisp snow
and a tiny mound
where Lisa, seven,
buried Snowball.

Snowball was the family cat.
It cried for two days.

4 comments:

RachelW said...

Sad. I like your blog very much. Sad poem, but happy to have found your blog. Hmm...

Rachel Green said...

Thank you :)

It was supposed to be wry, dark humour, though, the indifference to cruelty that children have before they develop morals.

RachelW said...

I suppose I empathise with the cat. Yes children do have that instinctual way about them, before they learn to view things with a compassionate eye.

spacedlaw said...

Poor kitty!
:) Fun piece though.