the cat came in time for Christmas
just for the quiet cosiness
of cushion, coverlet and chair
old bones love warmth
and company - something we shared
that, and a diet of dairy and fish
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these evenings toll the burial bell
shuttering light with a last glimmer of green
the way her eyes closed
loneliness comes padding softly
on a slow, awkward gait
I hear it through the dull, dead silences
For my MTB prompt “Cherishing the Cherita” we are writing in ai li’s prescribed freestyle of condensed storytelling with 1,2,3, lined verses, and partnered with a reversal (cherita terbalik). In memoriam of Moog 7/05 – 9/11/23
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