Her death is not as painful as her beauty:
\nin dying she withdrew like other cats
\nand left no trace but side-glanced phantoms
\ngrace and poise remembered arch and slow:
\nas down the grassy path I saw her sit
\ntwo years ago in a patch of sun her gold
\nmakes aching limbs seem gentle by compare
\nand sometimes a purse down the hall just
\nat the edge of vision: pear shaped and amber
\nthere you are I was wondering where \u2014<\/p>\n
And is it a dream or nightmare that
\ngrows out of such small pleasures
\nas remembered soft purring on the pillow
\nor the gentle brush against my leg
\nclaw touching my lip to say feed me
\nmy eyelid to say come and play child<\/p>\n
The time you stalked the edgy
\nheron ten times your size
\nwould have had him too
\nbut for the errant butterfly
\nthat waved before your eyes
\nand had you dancing away
\nacross the grass with fairies<\/p>\n
I want to say goodbye
\nbut do not know the tongue
\nnever did<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Her death is not as painful as her beauty: in dying she withdrew like other cats and left no trace but side-glanced phantoms grace and poise remembered arch and slow: as down the grassy path I saw her sit two … Continue reading