It's been a long time

to miss a purr, cuddle

up to a ball of fur

and look deep into eyes,

dark as coal, that mirror

a kind, knowing soul.

How I loved them all

over the years, for what

they gave, trust, love,

and peace, 'till parting tears.

But now we're older,

unable to do, the way we did

when years were few- dear

I couldn't take in another cat-

would you?

Perhaps on a cold, raw winter day,

if I hear a weak meow from a stray,

I'd take him in and feed him well,

get out the litter box (please don't tell)

but I'd try to be blase all the same,

knowing I'd fall for the winning ways,

I'll call him Arthur if he stays.

(Oh, he will)

12/19/2004

Posted on 12/20/2004
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