We had nothing to rob
back in those days
the window was always
open for the cat
the same cat that used
to leave decapitated mice
in front of the fire and
the possum that used to
climb down the chimney
to raid the fridge.
When the cat
got run over
we moved away
shortly after
from the cottage
the cats bones were exhumed from the garden by the digger.
The cottage isn't there anymore and the giant
pine tree was cut down
the same time
as the white church
got demolished for
the new runway.
I wonder where the cat is now and if the children's voices still come out to play
before the rain.
Avie.
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