Memories

• Jamison Armytage, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2013

As the brown cat lay
on the old tattered lounge
the moon awoke
without a sound
all of a sudden
the dogs started to howl
not a second to spare
the cat jumped high into the air
as tears dripped down off the girls smooth face like melting snow
there where no words to describe this problem
it was an utter disgrace
thinking of the long floppy ears she used to have
now they only remains we have are the
memories and the thoughts.