for your beloved cat Gizmo † 09.2017
We saw it coming.
Or we didn't.
Not now at least.
Nor any other week.
It was a pristine day.
A chosen one.
One like any other,
unforgettable.
It's not the first time,
you standing there,
enveloped by silence.
The dates bright markers,
a field with wild flowers,
Matabele violets
waving at something.
When we feel the wind
something is about to move,
to shift. Just a bit.
One world, then the other.
And the wind lies down.
A fabulous poetic expression You may like to read my write..Poem Hunter..10
something is about to move, to shift. Just a bit. One world, then the other. And the wind lies down..... great poetic expressions dear poet....... thank you. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poor Gizmo. A well deserved poem about the cat. Lovely!