I remember an old black cat

I remember
      .. a white wood framed house with a long
         wooden porch by a 2-lane highway.
      .. the railroad tracks that ran along the
         west side of the house and the big freight
         trains that rumbled on the tracks.
      .. running out to wave at the man in the train.
      .. the whistle and the smoke that came
         from the train
      .. the clickity-clack of the big wheels and
         the man in the train waving to me as it
         rumbled by
      .. the big ole black tom cat sitting on top
         of the power pole.
      .. the 22-rifle that my dad was pointing
         at the old black cat.
      .. my father saying "that black son-of-a-bitch
         has killed his last chicken".
      .. the soft crack of the 22 and the ole black
         cat jerking and falling.
I do not remember
     .. a sound from the cat or the thud of its body
        as it hit the ground.
     .. what my dad said or if my mother was there
        or whether I was happy or sad.
I remember
     .. I was only four