Death and Relationships - A Poetry Collection.

Alone

Alone

Your ginger hair still lights the rooms

We both padded through.

Morning. I wait for your high pitched calls, like a siren.

You were the buddy I never thought I'd lose.

I see you balancing precariously on ledges.

My leg was a pincushion for your lethal claws.

That look, so intense before pouncing.

Sprinting off randomly

For your exercise routine.

You were the protector

Our spider hunter.

At the sight of red feathers

You became an expert gymnast and tumbler.

Your protesting news when we wanted cuddles.

How you used to greet us

At the door when we returned.

The conversations we'd have.

Your delicate pet me signs.

Flop back. Tum up. Demanding.

All of this I will miss,

You pillow hogger.

Tom cat.