bye bye baby!
you brushed my leg, a friend from the first
you looked to genteel, too beautiful
to be so warm
and i wondered what you had left behind
to choose me
you waited for my arrival
day after day
and became a part
of home, and of heart
without my notice, or consent
and i started to love you,
just a little
as you watched me as i cooked
and waited patiently until we could curl up together
an understanding spanning species
he came to the door, sheepish, afraid
and told me the story of your death
your clumsy steps
your rasping breath
as he broke your journey to my hearth
and you expired, premature
a casualty of post modernity
your name, your age, and your story died with you
you will be missed, girly,
and never replaced
RIP Blanche
3/6/2007
Loved and lost
I'm aware how lame it is to write a poem about a dead cat but i did it any way. it was every bit as cathartic as I thought it would be.
you looked to genteel, too beautiful
to be so warm
and i wondered what you had left behind
to choose me
you waited for my arrival
day after day
and became a part
of home, and of heart
without my notice, or consent
and i started to love you,
just a little
as you watched me as i cooked
and waited patiently until we could curl up together
an understanding spanning species
he came to the door, sheepish, afraid
and told me the story of your death
your clumsy steps
your rasping breath
as he broke your journey to my hearth
and you expired, premature
a casualty of post modernity
your name, your age, and your story died with you
you will be missed, girly,
and never replaced
RIP Blanche
3/6/2007
Loved and lost
I'm aware how lame it is to write a poem about a dead cat but i did it any way. it was every bit as cathartic as I thought it would be.