dVerse Poetics: On All Things Feline!
The cats are taking over at d’Verse Poets Pub
Lenny – (a Lannet)
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.