Where once I wore out the fence in sitting, I find myself two strides into your yard
What kept me there rocking I cannot remember
But a call of my name and I stumble into your field. What loss has pulled me from my gray walk -could fuel the scream coming from your house
A kitten’s heartbeat fading
We hold a funeral by the fence
By that well worn fence
First thing in the morning
AbyKittiwake 