Ever so silent in pain Dour in death’s anguish Called dumb by us men To have their strength I wish. Dumb yes without a remedial mean No succor for them no medicine In my backyard under open sky These mute little fluffs quietly die. I feel remorse a passing penitence To have never been able to bridge the distance Act in time for the help of a vat Can’t count my humaneness, it’s just a poor cat. Poor yes but with a strength underneath To brace death the way they do Uncomplaining till their last breath Leaving me a lesson or two!