A Poem by linda m. crate

This one is for my cat Jack who I miss and love very much. May the coyote that killed you suffer much pain forever. I hope that you enjoy this, and, of course, don't steal. <3

i like to play with that edge
between life and death
spent all my nine
but i'm still reckless
never could stand
sitting still
need that thrill that adrenaline rush,
and maybe i won't make it until
i'm thirty
maybe i'll live to be one hundred forty five;
the world is full of so many
and my curiosity mounts always
i always have to answer it's beck and call
can't rest until my mind is
satisfied with all the
fatal flaw or
my greatest asset?
i don't know, you tell me,
asked my dead cat
if he knew where the wild things were
he showed me the paws of nine
lives, but said no more like
me he was never much
of a conversationalist.

© 2013 linda m. crate

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Added on December 21, 2013
Last Updated on December 21, 2013
Tags: life, death, curiosity, cat, paws, nine lives, somber, reflections, reflection, wondering


linda m. crate
linda m. crate

Conneautville, PA

I am a two time push cart nominee with a passion for writing. My poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines including those in print and online. more..