One more day of airborne fur, rumbling purr, as I stroke his back
One more day of large curling paws is something that I lack
One more day of head butting pen as I attempt to write
One more day to see bulky frame moving through sunlight
One more day of remarking “you’re getting pretty fat”
One more day of my addressing him as “you old cat”
One more day of dexterous ritual at the water bowl
One more day stretched ‘cross the bar would surely help my soul
One more day to rub aging whiskers as I used to do
One more day to say I loved him, I pray to God he knew
One more day has gone away and about my pets I’m kooky
One less day is now everyday I spend without friend “Pookie”
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