cowlick curl of hair
breeze moves you as though breathing
your new death still waits

my precious wee cat
curled between my breasts in bed
brought solace always

a haiku can not
begin to measure my love
far removed from words

memory still here
Annie the joy and laughter
stays on in heartsong

waiting for six weeks
you terrorized the big cat
you became the queen

a soft paw always
gracious requests were made by
wee orange sister

a cry, thining, frail
a stagger, a pee, a fall
a death, so relieving

beneath the bean tree
I watch without seeming to
a spring growth of kits

life goes on of course
off course, off kilter, off key
without you, all grey

I didn't know you
til autumn was upon us
you left golden leaves