She loved lace and red bandanas,
had eyes like blue ice warming
& always wore a grin,
the kind that Cheshire cats wear
to hide secrets.

The feather she occasionally
hung in her hair
could change my bad day
into a festival.
It was as if
she controlled
the very wind itself,
would tame it to suit my needs
& in doing so,
show brought love
into my tiny world,

Meow,
meow!

The texture of
her precious skin
was sublime,
its fragrance genuine ecstasy.
It would send ripples
down my spine
everytime she'd
let me touch it
& she loved it,
would go out of her feline-mind
when I unhaled her
beautiful flower,

O Kitty, Kitty!

But she disappeared
like she appeared,
quickly and without drama,
it was much too fast,
was a perfect sad testimony
that nothing was ever meant to last.

And yet I know,
though I miss her immensely,
where ever she is,
good karma lights her path
& that comforts me.

Purr, Baby, purr!