There were feathers all over the lawn

One time
I watched my cat
capture
a pigeon

He immediately pounced
on the bird
taken over by a blood lust

The next day
there were feathers
all over the lawn

I loved my cat
but I felt bad
about the doomed bird

I think before the poor thing
had its life drained out
of the gushing wounds
it,
well that is I think
it fell in love
with my cat.

The pigeon's face
was flush
and peaceful
eyes half closed
and would not break gaze
with its assailant's face

It was a horror
to behold
and though the cat felt no guilt
I did.

Now the feathers are gone
and so is my cat
I am alone
in my
guilt.