I look for Leo, his tawny dress, His noble pride. I see him ever, In silent days his warmth his stride. Our friendship moved, grew a lease With eyes sleepy, tempered, so wise, Always serene. How his waif voice Would purrmurr, did chide and lift Me from my human daze, my king This spring is full of remembrances And mornings that linger with mute Vibrations and greetings. How, now I fear the carpets pressed unmoving And times caress unsoothing. I look For you, with loving pause, and I cry.