Silky smooth Kevin
was my favorite black cat
but he ran away
He was a Bombay
probably still is, although
he’s no longer mine
Reminds me of you,
the last time you ran away—
abandoning me.
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Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (2)
With all the missing cat posters I've seen around my neighbourhood. I am so sorry that kevin ran away. I would like to say I like cats. I do, they are adorable. But I was scratched by one. I've been traumatised ever since. He or she was just stretching and my leg happened to be a post. Some long claws they were. I love how slow and tender this poem was. Giving me reminiscing energy. The effort to write exactly what we feel is always a winner 🤗❤️🖤
Ooo, cute, I had a black cat, special boy <3