I will always regret
the closed door
I made you stay behind.
Chained, mechanical, pained,
Clockwork we performed well
You and I
to the master’s needs.
His need to control me, who he relied on
and you who relied on no-one.
You would break your shift pattern
O’ cat named Tav
and defecate at an ungodly hour.
The master would rise like vapour
and punish you.
Years later, o little creature of nature, I wonder
did you take on the tyrant for me?
I will always wish I had you let you loose sooner,
into the neighbours garden, over the flower covered wall
and onto paradise.
I stayed on but cheered that little you could
no longer interrupt hell at 2 in the morning.
I think you reached the blue mountains and red sea
and called on me to open the closed door
leaving Nothingness for hope.
Your master Quinto was gentle as dew
and he talked of waiting on you
to come out of his cupboard
where you were leaving your scent
all over his walking boots and dress shoes
Shoes that walked over to me
almost on tip toe
So quiet I might have dismissed them
But that he made me laugh
And laughing is sore with stitches on wounds.
Later when he introduced me to you Quinto
and though he called you semi-feral
You would curl up in the crook of my knee
and celebrate with me
the wonder of being free.
Apocalyptic white with a kiss curl of red hair.
You stood in a pool of light
at the opening of our bedroom door.
Jumped on our bed and interviewed us.
We lay perfectly still
You prodded and pulled
Looked us both in the eye
then made off with a happy sigh.
Awhile you enhanced our home
but there were others to whom you choose to roam.
The night before you left you lay close to me.
As if to be sure I wouldn’t stop you.
When I knew the cats that had set me free
that would be a liberty.
So you went to Methusala and his cat-loving wife
and loved them into an extraordinary long and happy life.
RMEMME (c) 2017