that deep forgotten thing out back
musty and forbidden to go near
with that wood rotten smell lid
that is what that smell is
I am sure
not some body thrown down
eleven years ago
when that woman,
the nasty  neighbor my Uncle,
who had a hunchback and was , they tell me, severely
psychotic, hated because she chased his cats out of her yard,disappeared
to never be seen again,
or could it , nah! He was harmless lived with a hundred cats -
cared for them like his children.
He hunched around , never could have
chased her for he limped like Chester and she could run like the wind.
I saw her once , run so fast a Siamese cat had to dodge left and right to get away from her.
Come to think of it,
I think she liked Chester-errr my Uncle.
She wrote many a letter to him, left them posted on the door.
In fact, he kept every one of them
on his wall in his bedroom.
Right in the middle of the pictures of all 100
of his cats.