It’s dark outside and it’s cold inside.
I keep expecting to see the cat
gingerly roaming around the house
but he’s been dead for nearly a week.
I held him while the doctor ended his pain
by injecting an ending into his left arm.
They say it’s the humane thing to do.
Now he is gone and I am still here.
I keep expecting to see him
around here somewhere.
It’s cold outside and it’s dark inside.