2015 Winner: The Marjorie Waters Cup for Poetry – Julia Montanjees

Julia Montanjees

I found my cat
under a table
in a junk shop
at the bottom of a road
beside a railway bridge.

I brought her home
to my bookshop by a river
where she slept on shelves
sat in a window
looking out at a street.

She fell into the Avon
fought with a swan
squared up to a fox
nested at my feet
padded softly on my face.

Beside herself at seventeen
she yowled and paced by day and night
the vet was blunt his needle sharp
‘Catty’s passed over, your cat has died’
‘just gone ahead’ my cat replied.


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