My Friend, A Cat Poem by Clay Derryberry


My Friend

How perfect is the gaze

Through his marble eyes

And legendary his grin.

When we meet he makes

A feline for me caressing my soul

And raising pause

To consider the clause

Of life binding us close in love.

Licking life is his destiny,

And at times,

Snoring musically, he sleeps soundly

Deep in his own dreams.

Clay Derryberry

August 15, 1998


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