Goodbye Not-So-Old Girl... Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

on the passing of my neighbor's cat...

comes easy
to them...
that they love all critters
comes easy
you,
still semi-feral,
allowed them
to love
you
filled-out,
a fluffy
blur
of gray and white
in the house
more often
being
stroked,
a shared pleasure
becoming
an
almost daily
happening,
close to routine...
they
were your gift...
you, theirs

for my part,
the tuna water is once again
to be
given to the raccoons...