When a kid in the fifties had to bury a family cat,
Buried in the woods. The burial felt eerie to me.
Late that night cats meowing at our front door,
Seemed a paranormal frightening thing.
Somehow the cats must have known
Their friend, our family cat, had died.
And like people crying at a funeral,
They were mourning their dead friend
With a group funeral dirge that
Sounded like something from Hell.
Thank God they didn’t dig up the cat
And drop her at our front door.
I felt bad enough losing our beloved pet
And hated having to bury her.
Bob Boyd