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Three Line Lunch: Digging a Cat Grave

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 89

Digging a Cat Grave

The dead smell came up through the floorboards last night. This morning,
I crawled under the house, flashlight in teeth, found her, the neighborhood matriarch.
I dug a good grave where the earth was soft. We marked it with big stones.