Immortal Cats
She shuddered at leaving behind
her mortal clutter.
Nevertheless, off she popped,
and her in her old nightie.
She had interned a succession
of deceased cats. Psychic clumps
had accumulated
where spectral moggies muddled.
Soon the apartment began to smell
and so she was found and carted off.
The ghostly cats: Tiddles, Ginger,
Marmalade and Blackie,
were filed away
in their small brass or bronzed urns,
but they soon escaped
to chase small shimmering birds
at twilights ending.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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