WAITING FOR THE RAIN (IP)
In this quiet city street at night
I sit by the side of the road
With you stretched across my lap;
Stroking your shiny, black hair -
So thick, now tinged with grey and white.
I try to pretend you are taking a nap,
Half hoping for help to arrive -
But too late now, I fear, for that.
I know that I will never hear
Your sweet and gentle voice again.
My life’s companion lies here, dead.
This morning, just like every day
You were so joyful, and alive.
I raise my hand to wipe my face;
And streak my cheek with red.
Now I sit here, waiting for the rain
To wash my silent tears away
As I mourn you, my beloved cat.