I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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17 June 2015

Occasionally I Hear

I hear the cat door clunk
and the pad of a paw come through,
but when I look up to greet him
he’s already here beside me,
my old boy. So I know

our girl who left us
last September
now nine months ago
still comes back to visit,
invisible — 
but I know what she looks like.

I'm linking this to the current Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. 


  1. Loved this poem.. I too am a cat person.. used to have kittens many years ago.. so I can relate :)
    Beautifully penned!

    Lots of love,

  2. Exactly. I love this poem.

    In the morning, I come downstairs to feed her though she is many months gone. And I know I'll have more cats after this year's retreat is over--June to June--which is a long time to deprive myself of cat affection.

  3. This is really touching. I really like the way you set out the story, with the enjambed stanzas. There is a sense of continuity there.

  4. This reminds me of my mother's cats.. it was the boy that left first.. but now my mother is alone without a cat...

  5. Can well imagine it Rosemary! The cuteness of a kitten lingers on after being long gone!


  6. Yes, my precious pets that are gone visit me...I can feel them.

  7. sad loss but dreams open a new window of meeting

  8. LindaStevenson18 June 2015 at 15:48

    Yes I understand how our loved pets come back to visit us

  9. You perfectly convey the experience of losing a sweet love and feeling their presence.

  10. All precious beings stay with us...and i love the sound of those padding paws :)

  11. Aw, what a sweet poem.. I do love to hear those cat paws.