For Zoe

Precarious life
light as breath
hangs in the balance,
a bundle of golden fur
named Zoë.
Heart of my heart,
soul sister,
shy, bitchy snuggler.
No secrets, we–
naked to each other.
Nineteen years from
frisky kitten
to tired old lady,
with kidneys failing
and legs too weak to carry her.
Waiting, watching,
hovering I–
a magician with
no magic.
Zoe curled up


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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