Eating Cat
    by Douglas Gilbert

We poor little finches hate that
they’ve made drainage ditches.

We think it’s just silly construction
because you have no feathers, and

you don’t know how to fry seeds,
or roast a cat with mayonnaise.

I think there might be a road
where an Opera had feathers

and you could sing me
my ultimate fluff, and

I’d like to make a new fashion
of BEER ROASTED CAT
in honor of my sister who
was tortured to death
by a feline fiend

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Eating Cat

  1. I forgot about this one too! Oh, good times…
    My little finches are happy as ever. Right now they aren’t at the feeder as much … because they have babies in their nests… soon they’ll be bringing their myrtke ones to the feeders. Love this poem.

    1. Thanks. I guess if it wasn’t for forgetting, there’d be no remembering. I guess we can’t be thinking about everything that has happened at once all together. those murky miracle ones will learn to fly

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s