with half-scabbed ears
scarred by winter's claws
you suffered, with dignity,
the chase of childhood affection
the woof of canine curiosity
you filled our laps, kept our feet
company, shared chairs and tables
shed your royalty throughout the house
nearly a score of years later
you pad gingerly through the days
and soak up sunlight in cozy repose
a purring lump of bones and fur,
a frayed collection of insolvable complaints
a mysterious child
who aged but never grew up
who deigned our affections
and ruled our hearts
1 comment:
Beautiful, Eric. Makes me think of the kitties I have lost.
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