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Cerridwen signs the papers & pulls out her check book
while the swamp cats strain against the smells & the sheets
taped to their humane trap cages
She slides them to the aproned help
while Persephone checks the bulletin board
Full of notices mostly selling pit puppies,
she waves a hand - no harm, no fighting dogs, noo torture
the video announces various ways of alleviating the problems
of impacted canine anal glands, a man with a hanging mole
on his cheek picks up & nuzzles a Chihuahua, Nacho is his name
he says,pushing his face into the dog's fur
Like a boy,
the bantams screech as the cats go covered into the back rooms
"Clean anal sacs," says the video, are part of good pet health
Cerridwen & Persephone leave the swamp cats
for the hour of their surgery
Get some cokes,
have a smoke & wait to release them
Back to the swamp
Feral #18
was black like a panther
gold eyed & not afraid
not feral nestled in packing paper
discarded behind the warehouse
slitting eyes wet & heavy fur torn
won't come but calling
Cerridwen & I feed them
In the marsh born here or
Abandoned Children of Bast
All colors, horny, always
Too young
#18 ate our bait snapped
shut the humane trap
speaking softly & throw
quick the cover
thru the wire a small
face up widened gold eyes
she exposes fang hisses
yet turns the test positive
at the humane vet
sick with disease
we played god
inject her or spread it
she was pregnant too
in a word, in one breath
for the good of the others
for the good of everyone
for good