lost and unfound
the cat chased the crescent moon
deep into the night
encountering near death experiences
along the way
living and dying by the hour
until inevitably unseen
with the scent of the cat
fresh in the dog’s
sensory perceptions
he searched for days on end
until finally losing track of
his long-lost friend
promising to return another day
the dog headed back home
guided by a bright satellite
looming over the city
stray cats springing from the shadows
and jumping over the moon
january two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Very accurate to how I imagine the inner workings of both the feline and canine psyche!
Thank you so much Anne for stopping by here again and commenting on this piece….
I’m sorry – to not know is the hardest. But maybe one day, a postcard from Miami will arrive……. smiles. Have a great week, my friend.
Thank you, Kathleen – a post card would certainly be nice. Enjoy your week as well.
Reblogged this on Paws N Reflect.
Many thanks for reblogging this one on Paws N Reflect, Bonnie!
Had to. 😉
Aww I was hoping this was to herald the cat’s return
oh how I wish – I was thinking about him this past weekend ergo the poem – the photo is him as a kitty playing in the garden
Well you expressed it in such a great way. I am sure he is somewhere warm
I sincerely hope the kitty will return…
Thank you, Björn. Oscar is about 3 years old now and a great mouser. We hope he’s holed up in someone’s house and planning his escape back home when the weather breaks!
Poor Kitty, I didn’t know this would have a sad ending and I guess he didn’t come home after all. So pretty.
we do miss Oscar – it will be a year next month since he went missing
oh that is so sad..I feel bad now that I have reminded you.
Excellent visuals.
Reminds me of visual of old poem my Dad likes “Gingham Dog & Calico Cat” 🐶🐺
thank you very much