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Lenny

dVerse Poetics: On All Things Feline!

The cats are taking over at d’Verse Poets Pub

Lenny – (a Lannet)

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We buried him beneath the garden bench

where I would take my morning cup of tea

to share the highlights of my yesterday.

I often thought I heard his rumbling purr,

although I knew it’s just my wishful heart

imagining that he was still around,

still chasing after bugs, both real and not.

Still crawling under sheets when I make beds,

still hiding deep within a paper bag

then jumping out to grab me as I pass.

He followed me around just like a pup –

a nosey, noisy, sleek white, furry friend.

Quiet unexpectedly we found him gone

and buried him beneath the garden bench.

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14 thoughts on “Lenny

  1. Most all pets become family. When they pass on there is genuine emotional trauma. Long white haired cats leave a lot of fur around.

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