REMEMBRANCE OF SADIE

REMEMBRANCE OF SADIE
by Avril Farahar

For a few weeks it was lavender.
Delicate mauve bells Clinging to fur And dangling from eye-brows.
Next,
scent from roses.
Never in the best of tempers,
her tail swished,
Angrily as she permitted me To pluck out thorns from her coat.
Then,
Shirley Poppies.
Vivid waxy petals squashed By her plump little body,
As she snoozed in the coolness Beneath their broad leaves.
She slept a lot that summer,
this elderly cat.
Secure and happy among her Beloved garden flowers.
Now she sleeps forever beneath The freesias.