Pet Lament

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

Lenny

dVerse Poetics: On All Things Feline!

The cats are taking over at d’Verse Poets Pub

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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.

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Quiet unexpectedly we found him gone

and buried him beneath the garden bench.