My Sister’s Cat: In Memoriam: Smokey

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11032008_1057867660931110_5827586296655254323_nJust a cat.

Long-haired and gray,

no markings of distinction,

really.

Smokey.

And like his name,

ethereal,

near,

and then slipping away,

but always there,

somewhere.

Just a cat.

Appearing,

in noble fashion,

as if called,

as if needed,

his smooth countenance,

softly reaching,

caressing,

soothing.

Just a cat.

And now,

really gone.

We don’t know why,

or how, 

cats

find their way into

the tender holds

of vulnerable,

primal,

and intimate grace.

We open to them,

without thinking.

They enter,

without demanding.

They breath

alongside us,

and like smoke,

sweet smoke of sage,

or prairie grass,

their breath becomes,

part of the air we breathe.

What a cat…………….

Smokey.

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