I’m simply going to say it this way, as I find other words difficult.
It was a frosty morning in mid-December
As I walked my dog this morning.
I blankly stared through the fine bare limbs
Of a giant maple at a dark gazebo.
The silver-grey skies beyond
Reminded me of the gloomy focus
Of my troubled soul.
The five past days were filled with angst.
Our rambling cat had dashed away
As we were leaving home at night.
Because before he’s be there waiting
At the door the following morning,
That is what we thought would be.
But not this time.
Every effort I made to find him
Proved another fruitless gesture.
Then yesterday I told a neighbor
To keep a watch for him.
An hour later she came calling.
Out on the highway near her house,
Our cat had been struck down.
I brought him home; laid him to rest
Beside two other loved ones.
Every second December,
We’ve lost a pet;
Our hearts have been distressed.
Rest in peace, our Fonzie, dear,
You’re gone, but never far.