My Morning Herald
From a dream to waking, I sense her.
Creeping across the old creaky floorboards
on little cat feet.
At our appointed time, just before sunrise,
I hear her purr as she climbs along my
resting body.
Heavy and warm she curls up on my chest,
extending a paw to touch my face.
Her purr winds down to quiet breath. We
sleep.
All is still but the ticking clock.
Suddenly, times up!
With a loud thump she jumps down and slinks
away.
Her rumbling purr starting up again as she
begins her pre-dawn prowl.
But, this morning is different. My dear
morning herald will not be visiting.
A fast growing disease took her gently from
me last night.
I have slept late with out my feline alarm.
I shiver with the ache of her absence.
Now, I turn at a whisper, like her quiet
approach.
In a patch of sunlight I think I catch a
glimpse her shadow slipping away.
I eye her favorite catnip mouse with its
face worn away from loving licks.
A kitty bowl, a scratching pad, her fleecy
blank-y coated with fur.
All fresh aches to remind me she’s gone.
It will take time to break the habits we
had together.
Time to forget how her warm pink paws felt
on my skin,
the luxurious feel and smell of her mink
soft fur, her resonating purr.
She was my companion,
my vigilant partner in training four rescue
dogs how to behave.
I feel privileged to have shared the life
of this brave little stray,
and will forever keep her in my heart and
in my dreams.
Yet always, I will miss her in the hush of
the early morning dawn.
Minky Mouse Moffatt
February 1993- September 2010
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