—-My cat is a killer.
He will wait for his victim silently and wordlessly for
hours.Â Â He will wait for that one single
chipmunk from sunup to sundown.
He has perfected his
Artâ€”He is his own Picassoâ€¦
heads here.Â Â eyes
there.Â Â paws hanging in air.
He enjoys the power he possesses to permit something to live
In his cosmos,Â he Â IS Â God.
Itâ€™s partly my burden, because I allow him outsideâ€”and I
find myself chasing him around the garden shoutingâ€¦
â€śGET Awaaaaaaaaaay from my chipmunk, you little bastard!Â Â Donâ€™t you dare put your grimy claws on that
bird, you son-of aâ€¦!â€ť
My kids laugh.
â€śMooooom, itâ€™s his nature. Leave him alone.â€ť
I shant.Â Â I canâ€™t.
The Killer has been thru four collars with bells attached since
He comes inside bare necked, naked, indifferentâ€¦
and Iâ€™m like,Â â€śDaaaamn you.
Where is your collar, you devil?â€ť
The other day, The Killer stalked a crow.
Yeah, you heard correctly.
A massive, oil-dipped, deafening crow.
The Poe-Ish creature was lounging on a small branch upon our
Suddenly– The Killer dropped his belly low to the ground as
if on a swat teamâ€¦.
When he decided to pounce, there was no warning, except a whip
of furry striped tail and
a wiggle of furry grey ass.
His razor-sharp claws caught one of the black wings for a mere
second like deadly transparent fishhooks.
The crow transferred to a higher branch blaring at The Killer.
remained there until way past dark so I assumed he was either in shock or his
wing was wounded.
â€śLook what you did, nooooow.â€ť I said to The Killer. Â â€śArenâ€™t you ashamed of yourself?â€ť
I tossed and turned all night long thinking about that crow.
God, please let him be gone in the
morning.Â Please let him be gone.
And then, Â I thought
about Kay.Â How in so many ways, she was
just like that poor crow.
Broken & Wingless.
I remained awake throughout the night spinning around my
At sunrise, I sprinted outside to seek out the crow.
He was nowhere in sight.
No black against green.
No fluffing of shadowy feathers.
He was gone.
G Â O Â N Â E.
And I looked into the sapphire sky and thanked God that
something in this crazy world was finally saved.
My sister, best friend,and soul mate was murdered byÂ Mike Peterson on May 26, 2010.Â I am sorry I could not save her.
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