Tribute to my favorite cat.
|My Kitten Widget
When I was young,
we had a special pet.
He was a precious little runt,
a kitten named Widget.
At the top of his tiny lungs,
he would let out a meek ‘lil squall,
sitting alone and pitiful
in the center of the hall.
His mom quit feeding her kits, and
despite the efforts I tried,
Widget’s siblings got weaker;
one by one, they perished.
With creamy white fur and sea blue eyes,
his spirit seemed to be much stronger.
With love and warmth in my arms,
Widget survived a little bit longer.
Then at last, my efforts failed,
poor Widget finally passed away;
my heart suddenly went cold,
Widget went that warm November day.