Death

These cats –

he is dead ; she is dead. 

Someone writes, she should be removed 

from the residents' group.

And, he is your tom cat, no?

NO!

And, he came to my balcony.

NO!

I don't this tom, nor his jerry, nor any

Toodles Galore.

These strays deserve this.

By afternoon, flies inherit the face.

Around the nose first.

Around the eyes.

Nobody claims them.

Nobody claims having seen them alive.

6 June, 2026