Little Cat

no more
will i see you,
little cat
waiting at the door
to go out or in
like other days before
i won’t hear
the whisper of
your tiny white paws
moving, gliding
silent
over the
kitchen floor,
and i won’t feel
the lick from
from your
sandpaper tounge
or the purr
when you lay
contended and alseep
and i won’t see
you anymore.
little cat,
your gone.

by Nicoletta Rose Carlone

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...as simple of a pain as described with your words, there are not many, that would not be downcast at losing a companion as simple as a cat..that paid attention, and did all those little things..that make you cry..when you know...it's gone forever.