My cat comprehends how alone we are And stays as close to me as any dog Ever trotted alongside a master Although no one is master of a cat Nor he of me but love and that is that
I want to walk but have to take the car Or he will follow me into the clog Of cars where each is bigger and faster Than the one before and then there are more
When I return he is watching for me Between the lace curtains or possibly There under my mother's funeral tree If someone let him out so he could wait For me to see I escaped disaster Such as I had warned him about before He marks the time and marks the time as late
And I go back to my room alone To die when I die nor force the spring With the best friend I have ever known
In an attitude of infinitude Feeling the meaning of everything
Regis
I'm glad he comforts!
WARmly, Sheee
God Bless,
Michael