I buried a bird today
Killed by my cat, Frank.
He’s less than a year old.
He danced around with it
still alive in his jaws
before I took it outside and killed it with a shovel.
It think it took two strikes.
I don’t know where Frank is right now.
I don’t know.
I told my dog,
after it had smelt death
and came over to investigate,
that “Frank killed a birdie.”
Frank walked away sheepishly.
I’ve asked the cat
half jokingly
where the birdies are before.
Frank’s here.