Sunny morning, warm, seven degrees,
and everyone else gone to school and work
I sit on the kitchen table drinking coffee,
no slow walks outdoors among falling leaves
to be taken with Neffi, no cat drama between
Jussi and Dora. But the two remaining cats
are here, and the older, having found after
Dora's passing that someone has to demand
food and that someone has to be her, opens
her mouth, a pitiful low lament, like a dirge
for the summer gone and the furry friends
that will no longer peek in from the kitchen
door, expectantly, wanting to go out, nor
have an epic standoff by the drawer.
01.10.2024
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