Macbeth Doth Come

A tribute to my wonderful cat, Macbeth.

I press my hand lightly to
Shining black fur soft as
A newborn's fuzzy blanket
I can feel his heart beating
Underneath my fingertips
And though he looks so lifeless,
His chest still rises and falls as he
Inhales, exhales

And though there is pain in
His eyes, and though he
Is confused and frightened
I also see love and trust
Shining in those green depths and
I'm stricken by the depth of
Love I feel for this beautiful
Four-legged angel

And through the tears, I smile and
Remember the first day I saw him
And I have to laugh because
I never once stood a chance
Against those green eyes
I didn't choose him, he chose me
I was his before I could ask
"Can we keep him?"