Skye

A tiny kitten emerged; from under my house;
carried by a much older cat;
she didn’t even cry; she was as quiet as a mouse;
and not much bigger than a rat.

Quickly, she was destined to be my free boarder;
another family promised her a new home;
she was tiny and loving; tho a creature of disorder;
and I was an old man; living alone.

Immediatelyt, she loved to be picked up and held;
she’d lick my face and constantly purr;
fast and wild; in escaping; she excelled;
wrapped in her natural coat of fur.

I knew she’d only be with me, a short time;
still, I stocked up on all that she’d need;
she was lighting fast; and stopped on a dime;
she was blessed with exceptional speed.

Her new owner, to be, had named her Skye;
and, little Skye had personality;
I knew very soon I must bid her goodbye;
for God had not meant Skye for me.

I had limited her access to much of the house;
and got up and checked on her, at night;
during the night; she was as quiet as a mouse;
till I came out; and turned on the light.

Skye would explore; while I was writing;
dashing hither and yon;
sharing time with her was very exciting;
first; she was here; then gone.

Skye was so special; and exceptionally smart;
while writing; she’d lie at my feet and purr;
in no time at all, she had given me her heart;
and I felt love emanate from her fur.

Now, little Skye is exploring her new home;
for a moment; we were two peas in a pod;
my emptiness returned in my home alone;
little Skye was a special gift from God.

Monty 6/30/24. # 2,191