J.W. Surface
Life Sounds In mid-July the heat breaks. Outside bedroom window, Clouds and wind bring rain. Like a day out of season. I take it as comfort. The world slows. She holds dying cat in her arms, Curled up like a kitten again. Purring so faint, We whisper so as to not miss it. Outside, life sounds: Birds chirp, Green leaves sway In the loud wind. Inside, the stillness is tangible. Death waits with us, Patient, Yet ready.
I never thought one day could hold such a strange mix of bitter sadness and complete calm. People often describe their pets as family members, and care for them as such. I used to scoff at this type of sympathy and behavior. Now, when people speak of their pets in such a manner, I think of this poem I wrote on that bitter calm day in July, and I stay silent.
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