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Primitive Cats Poem

Like primitives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-handed.We scraped sand and gravel back into the hole.They fell with a hiss and thud on his side, on his long red fur, the white feathers between his toes, and his long, not to say aquiline, nose.

We stood and brushed each other off. There are sorrows keener than these. Silent the rest of the day, we worked, ate, stared, and slept. It stormed all night; now it clears, and a robin burbles from a dripping bush like the neighbor who means well but always says the wrong thing.

A Poem to End

Life is like a box of chocolates, Sweet and full of surprise. If only you knew what was in for you, when your given the gift of life.

Life is like a box of chocolates, a wonder for a child, but as you grow, your more likely to know, which chocolates will be vile.

Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get, but when in strife, and confused with life, there'll always be a treat, so don't fret.