Postmortem Observations On a Very Old Cat
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My 17 year old cat finally came to his end; I can't say I don't miss him, foolish as it is.
You wore your neuroses
Like badges of Honor:
A Non-Apology creature,
- Like certain Candidates I know -
Never a trip to the Vet's;
I valued the flesh of my arms too much -
And never outside;
Except to eat grass
And throw up inside,
And despite it all,
A life stubbornly lived
Into profound old age;
Most of it spent asleep.
- This is your legacy; of which I'm sure you were perversely proud.
And thus, one day
After 17 years of pure existence
You passed on while climbing the stairs.
Maybe one day I'll follow,
Slipping away between
My lower and upper worlds;
Halted midway between Past and Present.
Maybe we'll meet one day in the middle,
Old friend;
Never think no one greives for Thee.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2016
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