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only a cat.

only another half hour


the greasy overalls shouted across to me

 - funny, I thought -

they’d said that an hour ago.


So I sat there on the wall outside

in the cold pale sunshine,

& lit a cigarette

and absentmindedly

 sat there

kicking around

at the scrub & the grass & the cola cans

& my eyes settled on one of the saddest sights

I think I have ever seen –

a dead cat

just by my feet –

his ginger coat an invisible cloak

in the dead winter’s grass.


He lay there asleep

with no eyes

and for a moment I felt

that if I just reached down & touched him

he might jump up

& run away.