Fast cat with no song

 

I have no song for you, Mariah
Precious cat companion,
None except the Good Morning Song
and refrains from Calling the Wind Mariah.
 
I loved how you came to lay down
beside me this morning, something
new.  You sat by me on the couch,
but spurned most intimacies.
 
It was enough, all these years
To watch you play, to run and to hide,
especially when I vacuumed, had
a guest or endured the fire alarm.
 
But nothing would make you leap into my arms
Loving, ferocious black kitty, hungry one
How hard it is to see you reject food.
You drink barrels of water, but won’t eat.
 
Lymphoma, the vet said, my little one,
you’re leaving me soon—as it is said,
crossing the rainbow bridge—and I shall
miss you greatly, the wind we call Mariah.

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