seki900

An old cat curls
up on my lap and
then she looks to me
as if she where to laugh
as I remember
our days gone by.

As I recall it wasn’t always
this way, once in her life
she was just a stray, so often
I wondered if she was afraid in
those days or if being a cat means
to take what comes your way.

As she drifts of to sleep and
her thunder fades I find myself
hoping she’s forgotten those days.
As her life is passing and she
shan’t stay long, too soon her
shadows will haunt my halls.

Its here that I find the big mystery
that troubles me but quite gently
this cat you see she really quite small
but in my heart she measures tall.