my Cat- sleeping when she should be purring- curled on my lap with my hand stroking velvet silky so soft but old age has come running is but a dream now playing a wish bones ache brittle fragile I recall the kitten in my hand-wonderful the kitty so full of energy silky so soft around the corner dancing hopping and twirling and old age was far away but here it is my old girl oh stay for the summer drink your milk lay among the flowers in the cool shade oh please stay another day and in my dream . . . with windy hair I pick daisy flowers buttercups and wildflower dandelions in a forest- wonderful and take them to your resting place where you lay in death's repose a cat loved loved and loved . . . ___________________ May 20, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/loved Copyright Protected, ID 18-1023-569-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.