You Know I’m No Good

Izzy ran out into the rain

such a brave cat

when she came home her fur

was wet and she held a bird

in her mouth

a pigeon as big

as a chicken, all grayed scragged feathers

tiny head wrenched and hung

glassy pop eyes

Izzy dropped the bird on the carpet

looked at me all bland

and kittenish

then she ate dinner

and by the time she finished

her fur was dry

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