by Mary Gunderson
There you are, with your body silent,
lying still on the ground. I imagined
you gone, no longer gasping for the air
we all desire. I have seen another precious
life move quietly away from this earth,
taking with her nothing else but her soul.
She would not want to be alone in her
Heaven, she always looked for a presence
to be by. I could see her with her paws
tucked under her body, looking at you like
I may, saying with silence, it is better here
You know she is sorry, I hear Faline saying
to you, only in a way a cat would utter, possibly
a purr. Maybe you heard my tears fall upon the
cage. Maybe she heard them too from that distant
Heaven where you both are sitting together.
As you twitch your nose, realize the cat no
longer desires your blood, there you are in
a peace that is presence, and no cage exists.
I would hope it is better for you, no longer
fretting day and day, no longer the still
body on the ground.