Heaven's Gate

We hate cats!
read the sign
on the dog
park's gate.


Take them to
the cemetery
next door, it
droned to all
who would read.
Let them hunt
mice or die.


Why field mice
love the dead
we don't know:
burrows into
fresh dug soil
perhaps.  There
they breed like
with like, little
mice morsels.


And, should they
die, it read,
we let dogs
run the haunts
at night...


                Dogs
love to sweep
across streets
in the city
of the dead.


...to chase ghosts
"from this world
to the next"
was implied
though it read
from shadows
of their lives.






Dogs eat, of
course, from cats'
unburied
bodies and
bury clean bones
when done.


No cats go,
asserted
the rambling
sign, through
Heaven's gate
alone!