Ode to Tuxedo Kitty
Your soft green eyes
asleep half closed
In something akin to
sweet repose…
Black beauty mark on a
soft white cheek
Soft furry feathers peeking
from pink and white feet…
Padding softly no more;
Silent is the parquet floor.
Instead at rest you truly sleep
Alone…beneath the garden rose.
…Lest we forget…
Carole
| Piss Weed |
| 27, June 2001 |
| Carole |