The Happy Black Cat

The Happy Black Cat



Every morning I'd pat him gently,

then he would purr intently.



When I was with him he was always sweet,

I will now never feel incomplete.



He had gentle, very soft fur,

I would just pat it to hear him purr.



As the time passed we drifted further each day,

he started to seem far away.



But then he was gone,

I now realized what I had missed,

I missed his fur,

his purr,

his warmth.

And I wish he was here with me.



But up there, he will be free.



-A tribute to my cat Ninja,

who I never paid much attention to until it was too late.



-Jas, 12.