268 Knowing Hell

Posted on February 13, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Hell for Elmo,
our getting older cat,
is the sad knowing that
when she jumps the impossibly long gap
from ground to
raised back porch,
she misses by an
inch,
claws rasp on cedar boards
as she slides, slides to the
ground,
lands on all fours
as all cats can,
strolls off in her,
“I ment to do that”
strut,
but,
deep down in the gut
of her eighth life,
she knows:
She can’t any more.
Hell for Elmo
is the eternal hic-up
of knowing she can’t
anymore.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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