morning cacophony
neighbourhood dogs all barking
lilac-scented breeze
© Rachel Green 2018
he swears he found it dead
and was just curious
about what makes a cat work.
The shed smells like a charnal house
the walls speckled with blood
and weapon trails enough
for an episode of CSI.
The acrid smell
of intestines and stomach acid;
blood-heavy fur
disguising the original colour
and the hammered-flat head
denies identification.
"Boys will be boys," she says
as she ushers him into the house
for supper and a bath before bedtime.
Mrs Morris bangs a spoon
against an empty tin can.
Calling for Whiskers.
Calling, calling.
© Rachel Green 2018
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