An Elegy

 This was smething that filtered from my unconcious to my conscious state a few days ago (well over the weekend) - at fist it looked terribly jumbled but then looking at it for awhile it it made sense to me. A Ginsberg or a Pound i am not though. A fiiting elegy for a lovely cat.

 
TO  SWEET T

Empty words
Life is like that
Now that she is gone
My feline friend
All i have
A piece of her
In my locket
Just memories
And longing
Good luck charm
Nine lives gone
A Wordless song
Pain is deep
But now the calm and rest
In that endless sleep