My cat in heaven

Not apprehending time,
my old cat says she will live
forever. I tell her that
in the last years —

— of forever, which she
does not apprehend — she
will need other humans,
that I will have gone ahead

to answer to God, right after
I plug in the heated bed,
prepare her favorite foods,
harvest the catnip,

ready the brushes,
and find a string,
a shoelace,
a feather wand,

in case she arrives
at last as a kitten,
not apprehending time.

 

 

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