Remembrance Twenty-Three
Her chosen totem was the
cat.
The feline kind enraptured
her
At three. Our old
cat with great care
Brought home a kitten and
from that
A long cat line of pets
ensued.
Frequently stroked, seldom
reproved,
Each one was individual
and loved
Like the children she
never had
Would have been. Though dogs she met
Or chickens, even crawling
creatures
Roused her tender heart
and nature
None ever got the love
that a cat
Could excite in her. Now I
Am left to care for her
cat. This
Is the respect I give her
wish:
Care for her cat if she
should die.
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