Lost Love
Though for me she was a dichotomy
Humble and shallow in equal measure
The love of my life she will always be
With memories I will always treasure.
No concept she, of ascetic thinking
She flaunted her wont, and claimed what was due
Leaving her master baffled and blinking
With her furtive glance, and her smile askew.
So nonchalant, at times she would appear
She was a vision, a complexity
With silken movements, as she sauntered near
A true enigma, and a mystery.
No other was like her, you will agree…
After all, she was my cat, don’t you see?
1/26/18
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