Parasomnia
Walking down the lane
To check the mail
I found the calico stray
I fed last night
Dead on the county road
I dragged her
Into the ditch and covered her
Crushed body in Queen
Anne’s lace then walked
Back up the lane
To get a shovel
To bury her decent
But must have
Become distracted because
Now it’s dusk and here
The calico is again
Clinging spreadeagled
To the screen door
Just like last night
I open the door
A thrill for the cat
And set down
A saucer of milk
That was empty
When I woke up this morning
The cat was gone
I think I’ll take a walk
Down the lane
Check the mail