Occasionally,
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
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'.
Loved this poem.. I too am a cat person.. used to have kittens many years ago.. so I can relate :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Exactly. I love this poem.
ReplyDeleteIn 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.
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.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of my mother's cats.. it was the boy that left first.. but now my mother is alone without a cat...
ReplyDeleteSweet :-)
ReplyDeleteCan well imagine it Rosemary! The cuteness of a kitten lingers on after being long gone!
ReplyDeleteHank
Oh, so touching.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, sweet, sad. k.
ReplyDeleteYes, my precious pets that are gone visit me...I can feel them.
ReplyDeletesad loss but dreams open a new window of meeting
ReplyDeleteYes I understand how our loved pets come back to visit us
ReplyDeleteYou perfectly convey the experience of losing a sweet love and feeling their presence.
ReplyDeleteAll precious beings stay with us...and i love the sound of those padding paws :)
ReplyDeleteAw, what a sweet poem.. I do love to hear those cat paws.
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