My little cat ghost
The years I’ve worn you
Warm upon my shoulder
Ended here…
Surprised to find us older.
And there was nothing
Left to do today
But hold you close
And help you on you way.
Be still my little cat ghost
Be well; be free.
I know that you’re somewhere near
And loving me.
Maureen
| Zechariah |
| 10, November 1999 |
| Maureen |