Thursday, February 11, 2016

Rik George writes

Remembrance Twenty-Three


Her chosen totem was the cat.

The feline kind enraptured her

At three. Our old cat with great care

Brought home a kitten and from that

A long cat line of pets ensued.

Frequently stroked, seldom reproved,

Each one was individual and loved

Like the children she never had

Would have been. Though dogs she met

Or chickens, even crawling creatures

Roused her tender heart and nature

None ever got the love that a cat

Could excite in her. Now I

Am left to care for her cat. This

Is the respect I give her wish:

Care for her cat if she should die.


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