Crystal And Me Poem by Rich Okun

It was a cold winters day,
when first she came.
all cloudy and gray,
never to be the same.

Trees glistened with ice,
frozen branches drooped down low.
The winds carried advice,
the name 'crystal' bestow.

White snows contrasting,
black - brown colored fur.
Our friendship long lasting,
the angels concur.

And several times,
each day and every nite,
when the dinner bell chimes,
she'd appear in the light.

For years this went on,
as our friendship rang true
then one day happened upon,
when one became two.

A big surly male,
in her presence I saw,
with his striped crooked tail,
and his very large paw.

I could tell she was mated,
and we welcomed him too,
their story was fated,
a family that grew.

The next day we were blessed,
our whole life was then changed,
3 kittens at her breast,
grass and stones rearranged.

They danced and they played,
they bobbled and jumped,
great skills were displayed,
though they sometimes just thumped.

As the months passed on by,
disappearing one by one,
each time I sat down to cry.
And then there were none.

A great sadness overcame,
it was just Crystal and me.
In nature there's no blame,
once again, only we.

The other day when I called,
was no singer nor dancer.
I shouted and I bawled,
a question with no answer.

I'd grown used to her coming,
each day and every nite.
My worry was numbing,
my thoughts turned to fright.

But just now she came home,
I'm as happy as can be.
Knowing she's bound to roam,
once again its just Crystal and me.