GRIEF, a poem

 

cat spring

It still comes

With the surprise of a cut finger

Sliced by a sharp knife,

Deep and acute;

 Or slashed by a dull blade,

Ragged and hurting,

The memory of loss.

 

About Mollie Hunt

Loves cats. Writes books.
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