Poetry: Jane Kenyon

The Blue Bowl
by Jane Keny­on

Like prim­i­tives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-handed
we scraped sand and gravel
back into the hole.
                               They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feathers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.

We stood and brushed each oth­er off.
There are sor­rows keen­er than these.

Silent the rest of the day, we worked,
ate, stared, and slept. It stormed
all night; now it clears, and a robin
bur­bles from a drip­ping bush
like the neigh­bor who means well
but always says the wrong thing.

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Whoops! Video Link Correction & Credit

The video I ded­i­cat­ed to Katie isn’t actu­al­ly called Wake Up Cat, and it has been pulled from YouTube (or it was—it seems to be back, now).

The piece is by ani­ma­tor Simon Tofield of Tan­dem Films, and is prop­er­ly titled Cat Man Won. You can view it on their site.