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Tomorrow is the Fourth of July, a day for fun and fireworks here in the U.S.

My sweetheart and I don't really have plans, apart from a bit of painting in the new kitchen and some London broil and corn-on-the-cob for dinner, followed by local fireworks. Possibly very local, since one of the neighbors on the next cul-de-sac can usually be counted on for a good show.

Meanwhile, I thought to post a poem today for Poetry Friday, and lacking a Fourth of July poem, I thought I'd post a poem about my cat Mojo, who moved on to other realms four years ago. She continued to play like a kitten almost until the day she died.

mojo on computer
Heart of a Lioness
In Memoriam Mojo

by Kelly Ramsdell Fineman

The neighbor's cat – an outdoor cat –
brings her offerings. Tokens
of violent affection: a bird, a chipmunk, a mole
carried with care over thresholds,
a triumphant tribute. Usually dead,
sometimes unharmed, in need of rescue.

Inside my ancient black house cat
beats the heart of a hunter. A strangled
meow heralds her latest conquest,
stalked, trapped, and carried
from who knows where, a fuzzy brown
sock, a pink elastic headband, or,
most astonishing of all gifts,
a pair of red fish—
net tights, wriggling like the neighbor cat's
last chipmunk, not quite dead.

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Jul. 6th, 2015 08:19 pm (UTC)
Re: List of Oddities
Thanks, Laura - she was always so proud of herself. The tights really were something, since they trailed behind her by quite a bit.

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