NaPoWriMo, Day Nine

From NaPoWriMo, today’s prompt:

“Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem. Although the fourteen-line sonnet is often considered the “baseline” form of verse in English, Sir Edmund Spenser wrote The Faerie Queene using a nine-line form of his own devising, and poetry in other languages (French, most particularly) has always taken advantage of nine-line forms. You can find information of various ways of organizing rhyme schemes, meters, etcetera for nine-line works here. And of course, you can always eschew such conventions entirely, and opt to be a free-verse nine-line poet”

I think it came out rather short-sonnet-like,

Burying the Cat

Dark and many-browned, he was, as
the earth I gave him back to,
the soil warm, the leaves dry
despite recent rains.
This fragile, still thing,
nothing to speak or cry over,
left only to transform, to be
something else, more again.
Tears later, for the missing.