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a blessing, surely, the day you found us


little cat
growing smaller with
age

we
nearly lost you
what did your illness
cost you

it cost me plenty
I see now a head speckled
with grey

little love translates
into bigger loves that not many know
but you show it a
thousand ways

witchery trickery to
number your days
far less than mine,
why not should they match

so neither should mourn
nor know loneliness

but today I thank
the great protector of all
best-loved cats that she/he
decided to let you come back

that you responded patiently
to my administering of
food through a syringe
water in a dropper
and cooing speech

silly human that I am
you mean that much to me

a blessing surely
the day you found us.


Copyright December 1, 2013
Meloo/Melissa A Howells
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