Van Turner, 2008
With eyes so bright and tail held high,
He stalks my heart and steals my love.
With whiskers wide and most ferocious purr,
He chases the hands of a ticking clock.
A new lap is a new delight,
But the daddy-tree is the favorite.
Most un-catlike cat, most stoic kitty,
Never a complaint at being moved
From comfy chair or cozy home
No more that a meaningful look at
Going to the vet.
Sleeps in stuffed animals, camouflaged.
Pushed the laundry basket around.
Wakes me every morning to feed him,
Demanding to be brushed.
The little pink nose and pink-tipped ears
Are gone now from my sight,
But not from my heart.
Forever remembered and forever loved.
Rest in sleepful peace.