When Cat Grew Tired

 

   

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When Cat Grew Tired

When Cat grew tired,

  Felt his concession to an illness

Advancing faster with acquiring age,

  He came to prefer those safer places

Such as underneath my armchair, here 

  Near where I may watch and ward,

Or under the dining room table, its stockade 

  Of fence post of chair legs to thwart the spectral path 

Of whom, under the shroud of soulless night,

 May creep within on padded feet

Unseen despite the vigilance of sight, 

  That thief of gossamer life, who comes

Gone the days you stalked the mouse

  Gone the days you ruled our house

Stay safe within your guarded keep

  Good night sweet cat, 

     I’ll watch, you sleep