Sonnet: For the Kittens

10/09/2013

For the kittens 

This day the third has gone, congealed like peas. 

Mother readies the small grocery bag:

The dying kitten coughs its final wheeze, 

I exit the house & light another fag. 

Death has plagued this litter, and the world, too.

We’re scarcely born than the struggle begins

To nurture those or what stand in death’s queue. 

Mortality may result from immortal sins,  

But I’m no cleric and loss occasion 

For rabid lectures from a fired pulpit; 

Nor do I welcome secular equation 

On matters dear to the human spirit. 

This morning we have lost another one. 

I pray t’morrow death’s foul spell is gone. 

(c) 2013

I don't mean to gush with sentimentality, but I really do love animals.