You appeared, as cats will,
out of nowhere,
years ago, adopting me
with gentle persuasion.
Today you returned to nowhere,
unless there is an afterlife for you –
– mice filled basements
with catnip deserts
and Bastet, goddess of cats
to caress and protect you.
You gave so much love,
and lived only to receive love
with such purring joy.
No bold adventurer you,
preferring a fence
in the sun,
greeting all who passed,
hoping for and always receiving
an ear scratch,
a neck rub,
a nose kiss.
You will be missed my friend,
not just by me
but by the many
you have touched
with your gentle ways.
The empty blanket on the bed
is your headstone
and these words
and tears
your epitaph.
Your empty dish by the door
won’t be filled tonight
nor will my empty heart.
Farewell Mr B.
sweetest and dearest
fur ball of love.
art rat cafe 