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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

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