The cat, named Cat, has died.
The silky Persian who nested in my grandson’s arms.
Strange, how things of the past
are only a few weeks old.
The cat dampened the dog’s fox with his tongue
while Teddy was preoccupied. His paw
in the fox’s cavity, whilst the filiform papillae
roughly combed the puppet’s fur.
Cat was a friendly black Persian, right away welcoming me
into my son’s home. I captured the cockapoo and Persian,
in a photo, side by side, looking out the window.
My heart aches…
The other grandson, after they buried their beloved
in the backyard, was caught taking hair from the brush.
Oh, my heart aches…
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