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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Light and Dark (05/21/09)

TITLE: The Last Meow
By Patricia Herchenroether


It’s cold and scarity out here,
so I’m hidin’ in this pipe.
‘Tis dark and slimy, rusty, too,
and smellin’ awful ripe.

Some days ago, a big ol’ box
drove up and opened wide.
Men toted all me master’s stuff
and piled it all inside.

I was getting’ painful hungry
By ’n by I chomped some weeds
‘til something made me toss ’em up-
can’t find no other feeds.

I jumped up to the window ledge
to peek inside the place.
Weren’t nothing’ like it was afore,
just big old empty space.

When neighbor’s growler tromped me,
Couldn’t scratch or give a whack.
Somebody stole my claws away
and never put ‘em back.

Me family’s shack no longer smiled;
the place was cold and bare
No flameage warmed the hearth for me;
gone was me snuggle chair.

I snatched a ratten up one day;
seemed like right thing to do.
The nasty thing bloodied my mouth;
me maw’s too sore to chew.

I ‘member as the masters left
and latched me out the door,
The youngest one cried, “Da, bring Tom-
he won’t have food no more!”

I tried to purr up neighbor boys,
rubbin’ their gams and such.
They kicked me, cracked me with some rocks;
now walkin’ hurts too much.

“Don’t worry, boy,” the fodder said,
afore they left the drive.
“Them cats like Tom don’t need us folks,
they ken how to survive.”

But they didn’t see the growler
or the ratten’s foamy face,
nor boys with rocks thrown at ol’ Tom,
crouched sick in this dark place.

I feels a wee bit stranger now;
where’ve hurts and hunger gone?
What is that light a glaring’ so?
‘Tis time ol’ Tom moves on.

Author’s Note: Theologians will disagree with the above sentiments; but I wonder….
Since responsible pet owners love and take such pleasure from their pets, and even deeply mourn their deaths, might not The Lord have enough room for some in His Mansion?

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Mona Purvis05/28/09
Very good indeed. Yes, I'm one who believes the God who created the animal kingdom will work it out.
Jan Ackerson 05/29/09
This broke my heart!
Lollie Hofer06/02/09
I think there's a future for this poem on the wall of every humane society. Domestic pets are just that and for the most part can't take care of themselves. Such a sad but ever so true poem.
Bryan Ridenour06/03/09
Great read from an obvious cat/pet/animal lover. Great job!
Carol Slider 06/03/09
I wish I hadn't read this! No offense... it's VERY well written and powerful... but... (sniff) excuse me while I go hug my two kitties... (sob)
Colin Swann06/03/09
Good writing - an ejoyable rhyme, but I can't warm to the animals that pooh anywhere but in their own backyards.

Just kidding - ahem!

Tallylah Monroe06/03/09
Excellent poem.
What does scarity mean? It is not a word.
Sara Harricharan 06/03/09
Yes! It most certainly needs a tissue warning!

Oh my. This is why I end up with so many rescued strays. Wonderful, very descriptive writing.
Pamela Kliewer06/03/09
Awww... *sniff sniff* I really like this. Well done.
Karlene Jacobsen06/03/09
I had to go back and read a second time. Didn't quite get it, but then, that's me.

This is quite sad, but true of many people out there who will discard an animal when it becomes burdensome in their opinion.

If God cares for each sparrow that falls from the sky, then I believe He's carin' for our pets as well.
Patricia Herchenroether06/03/09
Author note:I Thank all of you for your comments. (we know who the cat lovers/haters are now-lol) To clarify, "scarity" is a made-up word like "ratten" and "growler" and "flameage" I guess that didn't work, huh?
Myrna Noyes06/03/09
This is EXCELLENT writing and has such a needed message! Too many people have abandoned pets for various reasons, not realizing the consequences to the poor animal.
I love your "made up" words and the wonderful flow of this poem! It's a winner in my book! :)
Catrina Bradley 06/03/09
I love the cute "cat language", the flashback verses, and the emotional impact. Very nice!
Catrina Bradley 06/03/09
I read the other comments, and your author's note, and wanted to say..yes, it did work. Be encouraged! Your made up words made this piece even more enjoyable to me. :D
Chely Roach06/03/09
Aww...poor kitty. I have a yellow tom that I got just like this. Sniff. Very well written!
Janice Fitzpatrick06/04/09
As a cat lover and any animal lover this tore at my heart as I hate neglect and cruelty. Very well done. God bless.
Norma-Anne Hough07/15/09

Really loved this poem. It is so beautiful, sad and unfortunately so very true.
I don't for one moment believe that I will never see my beloved pets again who have gone before me.