He once had the stealth of youth
hiding in all manner of places
walking down a dark hall
might leave a trace swipe of claw
We had a difference of opinion
I felt it was my own domain
it was I who owned the turf
he glared at me with disdain
His yellow eyes and red brick nose
his white socked feet dancing
he drank with his paws
reclined royalty struck a pose
We did not ever become close
until he became frail and thin
I became his only caretaker
the rapscallion and I friends
© August 2016 Renee Espriu
I didn’t think I would miss him but I do.
Image My Own Photo of Kipling aka Kippy © Renee Espriu
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