Pigeon Prayer

The black-and-white tuxedo cat
Was crouching fat and watchful.

The pigeon stood in disarray,
Surrounded by his feathers.

I shooed the cat across the fence
And called to you,
Purveyor of sweet mercy.

You cared for him with kind devotion,
Sheltered in our shed
With music, food, and warmth.

He died. I tried
To give some consolation—
He's flying in a brighter sky now.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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