Pet Lament
I still look for you
under the covers when I make the bed,
hiding behind the love seat,
sitting on the windowsill –
watching trains go by.
Did I love you enough?
Leaving you alone while I vacationed.
Did I love you too much?
Spoiling you with crunchy treats on demand.
Was I careless in my caring?
I think I hear your purr
coming from the bathtub
where you would lay on hot days –
I still leave a bowl of water
there for you. And I miss the
fine white cat fur that collected
in the corners and on my clothes.
Day Ten
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