No one would take her when Ruth passed,
As the survivors assessed some antiques,
I kept hearing, “She’s old. Somebody
should put her down.”
Mondays have improved greatly since I discovered American Life in Poetry. Ted Kooser’s weekly column slips into my email inbox when I’m not looking, distracted by my to-do list for the week. He rarely prints a poem that I don’t enjoy.
This recent one about an old cat named Lily is one of my favorites.
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