Mooney Christmas
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it was a mid december night
in the wee hours of dark
the house was dead quiet
with the flick of a switch
the christmas tree shone bright
in all its splendor
that’s when Mooney
paraded with her awkward gait
showing signs of a long life
graceful days long behind her
hurting from something
maybe nothing more than age
i couldn’t sleep
so i sat up by the tree
and called the cat to my lap
she came in total surrender
this would surely be
her very last christmas
we sat there her and i
peacefully sympatico
both knowing the end was near
precious moments such as these
may be few and far between
the late night snowfall
made the scene surreal
this is what heaven must be like
when souls meld without a word
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS~ 2023
Read on air by invitation ~ December 8, 2021 'POETRY SOUP ZOOM EDITION'
AP: 1st place 2022, 2nd place 2020, 2nd place 2020, 2nd place 2021, 2nd place 2022, 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on March 13, 2023 for contest BELOVED PETS sponsored by BJ LEGROS - RANKED 1ST
Reposted on January 11, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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