
My pictures never turn out very good when it's raining :-P Well anyway here's a poem I wrote this summer (it's based on a true story)
it's long again
Purple Bell
Glistening in it’s plastic container
The purple bell lay
Waiting to be brought
Out of PETSMART that day
Finally it was taken home
To a family’s new cat
And fastened to the matching collar
The shiny purple bell sat
The cat played with her toys
All day and all night
She was allowed to go outside, too
And she almost always stayed in sight
One day the cat ran outside
This was normal; the family never worried
But when they rang her dinner bell
She didn’t come back in a hurry
They waited and waited for three hours
For their beloved kitty to come ringing
Though there were no signs of her anywhere
They kept imagining her purple bell singing
After two whole days without seeing their pet
The father drove around to find her
While the mother stayed home with the kids
But they wouldn’t relax; two nervous they were
Father came home a long time later
Carrying tufts of fur in his box for shells
Some threads from her torn up collar
And the still shining purple bell
Now her last items sit
On the fireplace’s sill
With the memories of their perfect kitty
And a purple bell, forever still
Glistening in it’s plastic container
The purple bell lay
Waiting to be brought
Out of PETSMART that day
Finally it was taken home
To a family’s new cat
And fastened to the matching collar
The shiny purple bell sat
The cat played with her toys
All day and all night
She was allowed to go outside, too
And she almost always stayed in sight
One day the cat ran outside
This was normal; the family never worried
But when they rang her dinner bell
She didn’t come back in a hurry
They waited and waited for three hours
For their beloved kitty to come ringing
Though there were no signs of her anywhere
They kept imagining her purple bell singing
After two whole days without seeing their pet
The father drove around to find her
While the mother stayed home with the kids
But they wouldn’t relax; two nervous they were
Father came home a long time later
Carrying tufts of fur in his box for shells
Some threads from her torn up collar
And the still shining purple bell
Now her last items sit
On the fireplace’s sill
With the memories of their perfect kitty
And a purple bell, forever still
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