Beloved
fur sheen black as skin is pink
eyes unnatural green glow
who rubs against our legs and stays
tail wrapped in ownership around
intelligence honed by games razor sharp
whose lungs fill with fluid now like an old smoking man
and must be given drugs
and must be slept with
for he must not die ignored
my heart aches with his
Blazon, a form of poetry from french culture, grown from the list
Blazon, a structure for stream of consciousness