To a Cat

 

Hero, hope and all things dear,

my prince, my prince, my cavalier.

Dream dawned breathing every part--

came from you or from my heart?

No knowing now, my dear.

 

Mine by gift or mine by right

could never never own the light

that green glowed glittered in your eyes,

shining tiger in cat's guise,

mine by choice, fair knight.

 

Tuxedoed king in all your glory,

somehow owned my every story.

Gliding through the pages paced,

hero, villain, liquid faced,

prince, yet predatory.

 

And could you leave, and could I know

a world without your green gloss glow?

I should have felt you in the air,

felt your spirit hover there

a lost lost day ago.

 

Comforter in all my pain,

cried with me amid the rain.

Could it be the skies cry now--

Lost you, lost you; tell me how

to wash away your name.

 

Never watch the sunset die,

never bid a day good-bye,

never walk the prickly slopes,

never read the tales I wrote,

but think of you and cry.

 

Keep you, keep you, hold you here,

to live within my own bright sphere,

and if not grander than in life,

at least a season free from strife,

my tear-drawn cavalier.

   

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