They remember the ways in from
the cold,
The warmest spot, the place of
food.
They remember the places of
pain, their enemies,
the irritation of birds, the
warm fumes of the soil,
the usefulness of dust.
They remember the creak of a
bed, the sound
of their owner’s footsteps,
the taste of fish, the
loveliness of cream.
Cats remember what is
essential of days.
Letting all other memories go
as of no worth
they sleep sounder than we,
whose hearts break remembering
so many
inessential things.
Brian Patten
Trust you to find just the right words to pay tribute to the unique. Pablo. We will all miss his magisterial, proprietorial presence. Of course he will be keeping an eye on his garden. Wx
ReplyDeleteA perfect tribute to the lovely Pablo. A reminder to all of us of the way living in the present can enrich our lives.
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree with Wendy - he's sure to 'be keeping an eye on his garden,' A x
I am so sorry to know that Pablo died on Saturday and of course you'll miss him terribly. Nineteen years is quite a record and proves what a very happy life he had with you both.
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