For my English class I'm supposed to write an epitaph, which is "an inscription on a tombstone in memory of the person buried there". So you write about what the person did during their life span, how they died, and their message for the living. I decided to write one about my cat. His name is Kitty fat, he's still alive to this day.
Bounding the way to my food,
I had lived a heavy life.
There was too much inducement.
Indolence beckoned me to sleep.
She babbled so softly, so lovingly.
To rest when I wasn't fatigued.
I had lived a very sluggish life.
I had lived without living.
At one time or another,
I had nearly forgotten I was in Clifford.
Such a small town.
The street of Sugar almost made me drool,
For I yearned for the sweet Sugar.
You could say during my time of living I was a cow!
But I didn't produce milk, only vomit.
And with a lasting thought,
I died suddenly.
Young grasshopper...
Eat only when it counts, not when you're down.
YOU ARE READING
My Words By Audrey B. Holley
RandomI'm spilling my insides. Perhaps, you feel the same. A heart that wishes to harmonize. Feelings that roll around. How outcasts are wrong...all because of a shirt. A lonely world. Note to reader: I add in whatever is on my mind, so this is incomplete...
