The first death of the cat

The cat found a radioactive spot in the dog’s white fur.

She slept over there waiting for the ballet.

The black waiter was waiting. Naked, in the dark wall

wearing an imaginary white tutu.

Bring me a saucer of milk, boy

and a comb for teeth!

End?

She died in a silent bark

Thinking there was a celestial song

From Orion constellation

The funerals—whenever you want—at the “swan tune cemetery”, on the burnt side of the sun