mango tree older
than my dear dead grandfather
serves as a tower
my dear late nuzzler
is still living up in the
leaves of the old tree
sorrow in one hand
covert light in another
I sneak to the grave
reasons for the deaths
are few and some are shameful
to ever admit
here lies the little
ones denied of their future
hurts to remember
decompose to dust
return to the humble earth
live free in the leaves
go out of the house
stand in front of their heaven
and see my babies
new born cute kittens
some are too weak to make it
they live in leaves too
I got puppies there
some mine and one adopted
our time was cut short
at night they all watch
over our house with pure love
they don’t creep me out
neighbors pick mangoes
they eat the secret remains
of my dear dead pets
pet cemetery
in front of our neighbor’s eyes
they never notice
Xeno Hemlock 