In the pet store My granddaughter squealing Reaching out her tiny hand Fingers delicately touching Soft white and gray fur Blue eyes staring Crystalline clear Weighing her every move She, ooh’ing and aah’ing Unaware…
Memory flashing Hot as a gun blast Lines of pain creeping Over my face Burlap bags of Flickering motion Gurgling sounds Beneath wet stones My sisters and I Wading in the creek Searching for minnows Stumbling onto Their watery graves… My grandfather’s solution To the newest litter of kittens