Jan Hauck (June 1,1978)

Remaining here and free to go, a memory of
A pharaoh who worshipped, prayed to you,
The cat, the beggar with a desperate look,
At least in the kitchen when we cook,
And pleasantly you stay away and quiet,
Out of sight. We know your will is not broken,
For your love we don't need a token or tail,
Wagging to please us, you're happy alone.

Intriguing and curious is your carelessness,
The strength of your instincts for separation
And death. You sit and clean your coat
At length on your son's grave, who was not
Sufficiently brave to take on a car, police
Nonetheless, and though we need no proof 
Of your care for us, you sometimes disagree,
And decide a dead bird on our doorstep will do.