Dead Bird.

My cat prefers my mother.

There is a graveyard of gifts outside my Mothers door,

the feathered wrappings matted and askew,

the contents spill out through white ribs,

hollow eyes,

emaciated, it stared forward.

We didn't ask for these

but she was happy to bring them. 

                                 

Author's Note

Do you understand what its about?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Of course I understand! My kitty used to bring me a dead mouse every morning, but then she ran away a few weeks ago, to pursue a life of wildness & permanent creature hunting. I like that you described this in a somewhat cryptic way . . . details make writing POP!

[Lorry]

Beautifully creative way of seeing positives where others see negative. Thank you for sharing this, I enjoyed reading it.

[H]

This is lovely, the imagery of the cat still remaining loyal was beautiful.

[Paul Bell]

Short and sweet. Strange how only domestic cats do this.

[Mehameha]

We used to have a cat that lived outdoors only and would bring us dead gifts. The worst was a full sized Jack Rabbit. Is this whats going on, only a bird? or something much deeper?

[MH]

It is supposed to be read at dead gifts yes, Thanks for the reply. Any comments on the way its written? thanks for the reply x

[Mehameha]

The imagery was there. I liked you kept reason for the graveyard hidden. Not confusing and flowed well?