Yasmin Donlon - Cat Writer

Charlie Green Eyes

Charlie green eyes was my favourite cat.
He jumped athletically with no fat.
To sit then sleep curled up on my lap;
With his tail in a circle on his bodily map.
He was a tabby and white feline;
A proper moggie with no ancestral line.
Towards the end of his life on the fridge he would sit.
The fridge motor comforted him when he wasn’t fit.
It was warm on top of the fridge for him to lie.
Oh how sad I was when he had to die.
My precious beautiful boy I loved you so.
I felt your ailments for you until you had to go.
I now have glimpses of you in my mind’s eye
And I hear your paws go up to the sky