Enemy of Entropy

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.

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