Thursday, May 13, 2010

Ode to Peace, My Perfect Timing Cat

Peace weaved furry figure
8's
through my ankles
reminding me that growth is an i n f i n i t e
process
of learning how to love

without the need of

you (s)

His fur passed through my outstretched
f|i|n|g|e|r|s
on never-again days
of forward trudging regression
with hopes of a future that is soft

I've scratched contentment
from nudging ears
held life's milk from
a backward source
that was oddly
un- ironic

Peace watched as I
grew from
the comfort of wants
to the joy of
I (have)
and found beauty in between
the broken skies

but today on whims of weather
you slept death in higher grass
and when i petpokedloved you
your tabby world heart was gone

but as your 4th life turned 9 times

you let my heart move on

(hope we meet again)

ill see you t(here)



so long

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