When we first met;
You were a ball of fur
Barely large enough to fit in my palm.
That didn’t stop you-
From clawing and kicking
Those adorably tiny paws,
Raging as we tried to fit you,
In that cardboard box
Which you somehow-
Managed to get out of;
Despite our bumpy start.
You grew to trust me
Maybe it was the little bites
I fed you by hand.
The way you’d lean your head,
As I stroked your soft head.
Your annoyed meow,
When I interrupted your rest
Atop my chest,
That broke the organ within
When you failed to return that night.
I miss you;
My furry friend.
Read – Sailing the Ships – A Poem by Abayomi Clement, Nigeria
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