My little cat is old and ill
but so far in no pain.
Her cancer's growing slow.
When I lie down for a nap
she comes and purrs with me,
but when I start to dream
she moves away
as if she too can see
the crowding images
that seem so real.
With such a bond
between our spirits,
surely it will stretch
to keep us connected, later?
April Poem A Day Challenge 2014, day 22: Two for Tuesday — an optimistic and a pessimistic poem. This could be both in one, but I'm labelling it optimistic. The pessimistic poem is in my next post.
Beautiful!
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