The Arc of the Speeding Calico Cat ~ Thursday, June 4, 2026

At the vet, the day before the blue moon
to say our goodbyes to the Growltiger

though the Wiccan was all around, magic
honestly could not save my cat, high noon
eclipsed her death, her tongue stuck out, bug eyes

virtually half-dead, I would wager
everyone knows sedation is no trick
take away the spirit, the corpse remains

the vet with purple hair wore no disguise
however, the arc of the Calico
embraced years of effort to love a cat

damned to the street, a runt, not long ago
answered the sorrow of my past, now that
yes, she becomes past as well, no one gains

before I knew it, my cat was long gone
exactly where, I do not know, they say
felines go to Kitty Heaven, children
of a lesser god believe the big con
religion sets us up for fairy tales
each to their own, give the dog a bone, pay

the bill before the service ends, say when
honestly, I am sick of industry
enter the world, exit when all else fails

blue moon, second full moon, an afterthought
leave me alone, humanity, I hate

understanding commodities we bought
empty of hope, of love, what is my fate

muse of the magical world, an ash tree
only do not come again, much too soon
only one more cat left, Juju, a rune
no mystery, a black cat, our story