For Pippa
I can’t tell you the joy
this cat has brought into my life.
She is curled up now -
curled in my lap dreaming
of immortality
We sit out in the sun,
me looking through binoculars.
Her soft tail twitching
at an ambulance rushing
to some fatality
Written: Christmas 1988
———
*Pippa lived to a grand
old age of 20 years.
Copyright © Craig Bowden | Year Posted 2022
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