SPANKY, MY MAINE COON

HE SLEEPS IN A SQUARE OF SUNLIGHT
OR UNDER A BLANKET OF SNOW,
FOREPAWS NESTED IN THE DEPTHS
OF HIS TAIL—A CIRCLE OF LUXURIOUS FUR.
ONCE HE WOULD HAVE MOVED TO SETTLE
NEAR MY FEET, WAITING FOR ME TO SCRATCH
BETWEEN HIS EARS BUT NOW HE SLEEPS
THROUGH ALL SEASONS OF THE YEARS,
NOT KNOWING HOW MUCH I MISS
STROKING HIS SOFT FUR. ELAINE 9-12-23

(NOTE: This poem is a rewrite of the poem called, CAT in this gallery.
It seems like such a short time ago that Spanky was a vigorous young cat
I was lucky enough to acquire about seven years ago.
Spanky has passed away. His love remains.)