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Tom Cat
by James ZealyTom is somewhere between Orange and white
or Yellow and White
Marked by a white Blaze chest
And white stocking steps
And I miss him
Since he left or was taken or died
Or was a coyote appetizer item
No matter, I have this empty ocean tide
And no place to stop the tears
And no place for his white peke beau bear
To play and roll and madly smear
Hair clumps where ever they appeared
His brothers and sisters
Were unwelcome guests
Left unattended for us to assist
Crying as babies do when left
With no way to eat or protect
Themselves from rampant crawly pests
Curled together in a tiny family sect
Hidden under wooden steps
When a neighbor brought food
He pushed his way ahead alone
And demanded his role as leader of the brood
Auditioning for his place and a home
So we took in this feline orphan
We loved him and called him simply Tom Cat
Now he is no place known
And all I know is I wish he were back 05/26/2009 Author's Note: Tom Has been gone for 3 weeks.
Posted on 05/26/2009
Copyright © 2024 James Zealy
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/26/09 at 05:49 PM Well, Tom cats do tend to vanish for a while in erstwhile feline pursuits. I hope he comes back to you. This is a great memorial for him in any case. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/26/09 at 07:33 PM Oh, I can feel your sorrow. *hugging you* |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/26/09 at 07:34 PM flows nicely and has a lot of personal details, which I love...and is SO sad to me, I hope he returns to you soon! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/26/09 at 09:28 PM The storytelling in this is just perfect, and it's only made the better with your attention to poetic form. Well done indeed. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/31/09 at 12:28 AM {{{ poem most honest & poem most moving }}} |
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