Just yesterday you
sat,
crazy little cat,
exploring your paw
in the most awkward manner,
lying on your back,
leg over head,
rough little eleven-month old tongue
nudging a burr from your toes
Amusing,
infuriating, daring,
black and white undersized creature
rescued from a garbage bin
ten short months ago,
so enthusiastic with living,
you always leapt
before you thought
So this morning
when I opened the bedroom curtains,
I was almost not shocked
to look down on the street
and see you, unmistakable
in your tuxedo pajamas,
sprawled on the road,
in the same position you were last night
cleaning your paw,
rigid now in that comical pose,
as if you wanted us
to remember you that way
Damka the imp
Damka, I’m sorry
