Izzie-The Cat
Izzie was
and is now no more.
She roams happily on another shore,
chasing dreams which flitter quickly through
as the firefly lights the darkened evening
amid children ignoring the dew .
Lovable, she was stern with her babies,
the one litter she gave.
Never a claw mark on my skin.
Never excited except when she played
a make believe game of chase with us,
of which she could claim
to clearly be the winner, time and again,
from her perch high in a tree where she
zoomed at full speed.
Yes, she was Izzie, Mama cat, haughty indeed.
She stole my heart right away,
a nature of that breed.
She gave us five kittens----three went the way of cats.
She died soon after, now two is where we’re at.
I’m sure that when they are gone
we will feel the same as now.
We’ll remember their antics and love
and somehow- - feel their presence.
© Charles Henderson 08.17.12
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