To the the first living being I ever cared for,
Whose paws touched my face every morning.
Whose fur lingered in my davenport.
The walking alarm in my chamber.

Yearning is a destitute expression.
A musingly sad intercession.
For, I wish to feel your warmth again.
For, I wish to hear you yowl again.
For, I wish to hold you in my arms again.

To the the first living being I ever cared for,
You will always be my cosset.



This poem is dedicated to a cat named Nuna.


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