by Robin Loving

Created on: June 03, 2010   Last Updated: August 29, 2011

Plastic-Crate Throne

Today I saw him behind the crates

That once made up his plastic throne

All his siblings, caught and placed

This fuzzy-black cat sits watch alone.

At night he might still hear the sounds

Of the one he loved...of better days...

The gentle voice of a man who spent

Two years gaining trust, with gentle praise.

Hospice-bed brought in, then taken out.

Strangers;  tossing sacred things.

Watching from a nearby bush

He caught a glimpse of Angel wings.

Tomorrow his window will be sealed tight

The dumpster awaits his plastic-crate throne

All his tame siblings carefully placed

This one cat still hides, aloof and alone.

One more night he can enter his sanctum

To search for that man,  who took in a stray.

And on his throne, he might hear that voice

Of praise and love. Of a better day.

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