Kipper and His New Home

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Before we even moved, we thought of him.

We did not think of death.  We first put in

His cat flap.  This was not a loving whim.

We planned his future.  We did not know sin

Against our love was what he had in mind.

We kept him in his new home for a few

Days.  Then we showed him carefully . . . we signed

To him to use the flap.  He almost flew

Through it to freedom.  That is what we thought,

But having his own thoughts he headed out

To die alone.  Our planning came to naught.

He wanted death alone on walk about.

  He went to find a place to die alone,

    To do his final silent sign, that groan.

© PhillipWhidden