I watch
Outside my windows
My eyes scan the garden
Hoping to catch a
glimpse
Of the Persian cat
I know he is gone
There is no morning
greeting
I am left to keep
his memories
I watch
Outside my windows
I listen to any
calls
I can’t pick any sound
familiar
I watch the streets
Outside my windows
I know he is gone
The Persian cat is
gone
Maybe he finds his
new home
The cat lovers who can
feed him well
I am left to keep his
memories
I watch
Outside my windows
My eyes scan the
garden
There is no familiar
face
My little friend
gone for good
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