Isn't it interesting that lately
Out of the corner of my mind
I sometimes glimpse
Our grey cat of thirty no forty
No fifty years ago
When I start to reach to pet him
Without thinking of course he is too quick
And slips silkily away
But he has visited more than once
And I am starting to wonder
In moments when time stops
And I feel almost elsewhere
Where he comes from
See he should be with Mom in heaven
But I still see scars from old fights
And just the other day
I heard him squalling in the night
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