< cat fine, woman dead >

[Brownlie]

< cat fine, woman dead >

today a woman fell they said
down 14th floors and she was dead
a cat stuck on a ledge is why
she was the type who had to try
she slipped, she fell, she hit, she died
she was the only one who tried
foolish? "yes" my grandma said
"you slip, you fall, you end up dead"
"but just as sure as she fell down"
"she's up with God, stars in her crown"

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I'm not sure this is fun, but since there's no
specific thread for doggerel, I'm placing it here.

Here is my profound rabble

According to superstition cats have nine lives and our immortal souls will never die. Obituaries appear in newspaper headlines. Our clumsy good deeds are not balanced by tails, but told as terse and matter of fact as death. The star is light arriving late and pagans dance and pray to the sun. Why do cats have nine lives? What did they trade with the cosmos? Which ones of us are cats?