a white wood framed house with a long wooden porch
a two lane asphalt highway
with no cars
with no cars
railroad tracks
along side of the house
along side of the house
big black trains
t that rumbled down the tracks
t that rumbled down the tracks
running out to wave
at the man in the train
at the man in the train
the whistle and the
smoke
that came from the train
that came from the train
the clickity-clack
of the big wheels
of the big wheels
the man in the train
waving back to me
waving back to me
a big ole black tom
cat
sitting on top of a pole
sitting on top of a pole
the 22-rifle
that my dad was pointing
at the old black cat
that my dad was pointing
at the old black cat
my father saying
“that black son-of-a-bitch
has killed his last chicken"
“that black son-of-a-bitch
has killed his last chicken"
the soft crack of the rifle
the ole black cat
jerking and falling.
I do not remember
the ole black cat
jerking and falling.
I do not remember
a sound from the cat
the thud of its body
as it hit the ground
the thud of its body
as it hit the ground
what my dad said
when the fell
when the fell
if my mother
was there
was there
whether I was
happy or sad
happy or sad
I remember
I was only four…
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