On the shingles,
the same color as its fur,
a cat’s cut-out.
Shovelled off the ground
and tossed into an empty
cement bag, it is carried
to a corner of the garden
and there left
on a mound of trash.
3 kilos of dead cat,
its head an unsightly red,
is in that bag
that looks like any other.
As does the shovel,
after the blood’s
been hosed off it
and it stands in the garden shed
next to a rake.