This short poem is dedicated to my pet cat Dewey. Even though he’s not with us anymore, he’ll always remain the master of my heart and soul. He was my better-half and the closest friend I could possibly wish for. This poem describes our first meeting and how I fell in love with him at first sight.
I sat and wept one silent night
Away from my people, out of their sight.
Wondering how Life goes on and on
With never a glance at one forlorn?
That was the first time ever I saw your face,
And you walked to me with gentle grace
I believed not then for a moment in Fate
Yet I was blessed with you as my precious mate.
Your eyes were forged with fire
And of looking at you I never did tire.
Those times when you got hurt, my own heart bled
And I couldn’t swallow one morsel until you were properly fed.
Love, they say, is a peculiar thing
It comes at will- in Summer, Winter or Spring.
And love is what I felt that chilly night
As I looked at you and forgot my plight.
Your face was scarred and your head felt bare
Frail was your body yet your eyes held a flare.
Fall in love, I did-
With the Soul in you that mine did seek.
They say a Man’s best Friend is the loyal Dog,
But then I realized that it is neither a Dog nor a Rabbit fair.
It is a Cat, the noblest and the proudest
Being that a Man could ever as a friend behest.
Yet as I seek today, I cannot find you anymore
But always remember that I’ll be yours until my breath blows no more…