In the ragged purr of the cat
in my lap I hear all the sun
she has yet to curl into,
all the mice she has yet
to chase, all the days
we don’t have left.
October 17, 2017 by Rosemerry
In the ragged purr of the cat
in my lap I hear all the sun
she has yet to curl into,
all the mice she has yet
to chase, all the days
we don’t have left.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged cat, death, letting go, poem, poetry | 3 Comments
Sadly lovely. A quiet lament. Very nice.
these are tender days …
thank you …