Moses
It was your golden eyes my feline friend,
As clear as a mountain brook,
Your look,
Was piercing!
Intelligent, and knowing,
You knew me,
And yet you loved me, too!
What a friend,
To everyone!
Grandkids, and other kittens,
You were a room “mother”,
A diplomat,
An example of, “If you don’t like cats, then there is ME!”
I will dispel the rumor,
Make a movie, and call it, “Moses the Cat”’
I had:
Soft sable fur,
I was:
Pet-able, amiable,
And, yet still a boy,
A grey tiger,
Striped like one, too!
Oh, silver tabby,
Monster at twenty-two pounds,
How still you were this morning,
Through tears I saw that you had drifted away in our sleep,
We laid you in the garden not far from the house,
There will be tears, like now,
But, mostly smiles and laughter,
In remembering,
The turn of your head,
The look of discern,
With no concern,
In your golden eyes!
I love you, Moses!
As clear as a mountain brook,
Your look,
Was piercing!
Intelligent, and knowing,
You knew me,
And yet you loved me, too!
What a friend,
To everyone!
Grandkids, and other kittens,
You were a room “mother”,
A diplomat,
An example of, “If you don’t like cats, then there is ME!”
I will dispel the rumor,
Make a movie, and call it, “Moses the Cat”’
I had:
Soft sable fur,
I was:
Pet-able, amiable,
And, yet still a boy,
A grey tiger,
Striped like one, too!
Oh, silver tabby,
Monster at twenty-two pounds,
How still you were this morning,
Through tears I saw that you had drifted away in our sleep,
We laid you in the garden not far from the house,
There will be tears, like now,
But, mostly smiles and laughter,
In remembering,
The turn of your head,
The look of discern,
With no concern,
In your golden eyes!
I love you, Moses!
Peter Lowell Paulson
November 11, 2013
November 11, 2013
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