Cleo - my cat
Cleo.
I cannot speak, pain blocks up every breath
Sorrow fills my bones and makes them feel
like lead.
I cannot speak my words are drowned in tears
so I must write them down for you instead.
I stood between you and the world, keeping you safe.
I cared for you as all your years unfurled.
I could not stop the clock, but nor did I want to, your time had come.
I held you, and whispered softly to you as went ahead.
Your brother Oz is waiting if I listen hard I can hear him call you;
“Come on sis, there are clouds to ride, angel feathers to chase and okay - yes I’ve missed you too.”
So please don’t ask me how I feel, my kindly friends, my heart is full of tears, my voice is weak for Cleo's gone; and I am alone...or am I?
For in my dreams ginger & white, white & ginger, curl up together around me, as it should be.
And I smile.
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