evening

               with evening came the onslaught of heavy sighsheavy heart

had to go to bed without her

                               without their accompanying tomfooleryplayfulness tapping the sheetblanket from beneath her crouchingtensing launching asif after a mouse  which shes never pursued

                                                                                     pure feral instincts

lefties mother october father outdoor Robert ferals  wouldnt want to fuck with him  missing part of an earmost of his tail disappeared a week at a time returned for morningkibble all toreup nursing some stillbleeding woundlast time a length of fur draped off his throat cape on his chest

                                                        wondered how the hell he got out of that

feral instincts

                lefties movements were beautiful elegant  acrobatic

her agility marveled him

 

once an athlete he appreciate her athleticism

                                                 but cats have that

they are a wonder to behold

he fagged her out

Yesyes Bedtime

                   he laid backspread his legs  shed cross the bed and lay between them

during the night he woke liked to sleep on his sides but his shoulders were damagedoperated on sleeping on them pain would wake him

                   but when he shifted from his back to a side disrupted her 

shed let him settle then creep in behind his knees

when he felt her there her warmth  her comfort   he could fall asleep again

                                                                                  until pain woke him

turned onto the other shoulder

                                they danced again

behind his knees  comforted   he fell back to sleep

    he often wondered whyhow she put up with him

then come morning shed wake him his silent alarm

                                                         smacked her lips

he smacked his

                 Awright babe  Lets get this show on the road

he did the math

                  they slept togetherdanced onethousandsixhunredsixtyeight days

fourpointfivesixnineeightsixthreezeroonethree years

                                                     fouranahaf years

intermissions only when he spent a week with his daughter every year a week with his Dad every yearWAIT  Twentytwenty Trumpvirus those fourteen days back into the mix

                                                                      slept together onethousandsixhunredeightytwo days

fourpointsixzeroeighttwoonenineoneseveneight years

the math quieted his sighing

numbers crunched  recorded

                                  sighing again

weeping again

    when leftie was back home her ashes  he expected the sighingcrying to lessencease

but not until thenNo

not until then

                           

1616,  Thursday,  12  12. 24

1944,  Thursday