Eulogy For A Cat Poem by Roy Blokker

Old man, I’m so sorry,
Your four furry feet
No longer tread the earth,
Your maddening purr
No longer sets off earthquakes
Thrilling through my soul.
It’s odd, I guess, but I will look
For you each time I open
The front door, where you,
So like a faithful dog,
Would be waiting loudly.
But you’re a cat, a god of sorts,
At least to ancient reckoning,
And we had such a partnership
I must carry forth, alone.