It's as inevitable
as Death and Taxes
that one day I'll come
home to the cat
dragging the rabbit's corpse
around by the back of its neck
the gate dividing their two realms
having been knocked down
by the persistent predator.
Who's fault will it be?
Mine? God's?
Certainly not the cat's.
I'll have to
chalk it up
to the advice in
the Serenity Prayer.
She must feel it coming--
Her ears just spread apart
and her nose stopped twitching.
Sorry, friend.
It's been real.
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