When a kid in the fifties had to bury a family cat,
Buried in the woods. The burial felt eerie to me.

Late that night cats meowing at our front door,
Seemed a paranormal frightening thing.

Somehow the cats must have known
Their friend, our family cat, had died.

And like people crying at a funeral,
They were mourning their dead friend

With a group funeral dirge that
Sounded like something from Hell.

Thank God they didn’t dig up the cat
And drop her at our front door.

I felt bad enough losing our beloved pet
And hated having to bury her.

Bob Boyd