Whirlwind of tail and paws Golden eyes camouflage hidden treasures of Seasons past Days of brilliant sun and silver snow
Life was free to roam Whenever Wherever You pleased
Hollowed trees and broken porch steps Were your umbrella from hailstorms of humanity
Creeks and abandoned birdbaths quenched your thirst for the good life of open fields and quail and blue tailed skinks While running from loose dogs and eagle eyed predators
Some people have said your hunger for something wild Will never be satisfied now Because someone thought it was more humane to Rescue you from the unknown dangers that lurked behind, under, and above the natural elements
One day you appeared at dusk and again at dawn on the doorstep of One who needed to be needed One who was eager to give you scraps and a Warm blanket for the winter nights One who made you feel comfortable and secure
Christened with a name that echos your Sunny persona You spend your weighty days Slightly rotund Happy to eat prepackaged meals Reconciled to the fact you are safe
Watching your other life pass by from your windowed perch You are content Knowing on the inside You are free Because long ago Your spirit captured the sun
I also have three cats. They compete for the best spot on my bed every night. (Are we known as crazy cat ladies?) My dog asked me to stop bringing in strays.
Nice! Lovely tribute to Sunny….
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Thanks. He is a rascal. π
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Yeah, cats can be little rascals, but we love them as they are. π
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I love your poem. Reminds me of my own catβs story.
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That’s funny, I read your story after I wrote this and thought the same thing.There are so many cat stories out there.
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This is absolutely beautiful. Wonderfully written with such heart and soul. Thank you.
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Thank you for your kind comment. I’m enjoying reading your posts.
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My absolute favorite! Winner! Winner!
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So sweet of you. Could it be because you are the original Cat Whisperer? π
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Awesome, I will read it to my 3 cats tonight when they park on my bed for sleep time π
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I also have three cats. They compete for the best spot on my bed every night. (Are we known as crazy cat ladies?) My dog asked me to stop bringing in strays.
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Ok captured the sun…ππ€π
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That beautiful photo! Lovely writing! Here’s one poem dedicated to my last cat:
O bird, you are twice listened to
and twice enjoyed this morn;
my little cat and I are both
enchanted by your song.
We both do so admire you
(although from different points of view)
that we are both made merrier
by your sweet morning aria!
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So sweet. Like the phrase “although from different points of view”. Made me smile.
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Because long ago
Your spirit catched the sun. How lovely.
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