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Poetry, Grades 10-12: First Place

Our Senile Cat— Pheobe Eisenbeis

Our senile cat died in the summer,
We buried her by the compost
With the cucumber peelings and eggshells from breakfast.
Sometimes,
When I take baths I see her
Sleepy,
By the radiator,
Sedated by the warmth.
I remember
Sitting under the pussy willow tree with her gaunt body,
Sun patches playing on what was left of her.
I could see the life leaving,
Breath slowing.
She was young again,
Didn’t know how to see or feel,
Didn’t know my scent any longer.
Phoebe Eisenbeis is in 11th grade at South High School in Minneapolis. She enjoys backpacking in the mountains, reading, playing Ultimate Frisbee, singing, writing and taking photos.

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