ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT

ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT
by Hilda Lunn

Since you have gone the sun has left the sky,
No breezes blow,
No birds sing To ease the aching vacuum in my heart.
I shall not forget your gentle ways;
No judgements made,
No difficult demands,
No needs save one,
To share your life with mine.
Now kind,
uncomprehending people say
Cheer up,
you’ll love another pet some day.