The Lammas fire now
will ever hold
the energy and memory
of my Wyntre Cat.
It was so appropriate
that on day of Lammas last year,
and done all unknowing
by those at the pet crematorium,
a fire was lit for you
to free the final ties
that might still have bound you
to this life
though you had five days
earlier you bravely
sauntered through
the Pearly Catflap
and met your catcestors
who led you to their feasting hall.
The Lammas fire now
will ever hold
the energy and memory
of my Wyntre Cat.
On the anniversary
of your crossing over
Purfling Cat spent part of the day
snoozing in the spot outside
where you died in peace,
though she was not there
and could not have known
by any marker of our understanding,
a tribute though, I wonder,
which gave me comfort
that long sunny afternoon.
The Lammas fire now
will ever hold
the energy and memory
of my Wyntre Cat.
I have more than once
shed tears for missing you,
your murmming, merranging and neowwing
the loss of which has left
a strange silence in our lives,
which your two sisters
have not seen fit to fill,
as I give thanks
for the eleven years
you graced my life
and gave me your companionship.
The Lammas fire now
will ever hold
the energy and memory
of my Wyntre Cat.
