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And So The Old Cat is Gone
And the younger ones tread lightly
over his favorite places sniffing for him.
No more special menus of flaked fish
minced chicken livers, it’s back to
dry food again and the bus still
rumbles outside taking children to
school (except those that are in
the army now) and the sparrows
approach the window again where
he stood guard up on the table
between the potted plants
Do the other cats miss him as we do?
This empty gray space
loping slowly upstairs to where
his ghost on top of the refrigerator
leaps – a bundle of aging fur with
royal green eyes – leaps across
the still open wound to land nonchalantly
once again atop the kitchen cupboard
Today we notice that the brush still
has his fur in it
© Johnmichael Simon
2013
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