Let no cold take you before the end
and let no iron draw near,
save that running in mouse’s veins
I pray when your long years
end, that the end comes
like sleep, in sleep
without fear, and with no more anticipation
than the hope of a good dream
And I pray to God, sweet friend,
that the change is as sudden, as swift
as the dancing light that dapples your fur.
One thought on “To a Family Cat in His Nineteenth Year”
Such a beautiful and tender Ode to a beloved cat. Or Dog. Or anyone we have long loved.
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