by Gregg Rowe
Good-bye my Shakespeare;
Bard of my purring poems:
You curl by my feet as your tail
flicks to the beat of my fingers
composing musical words with typos
I brought you home when you were
Just three pounds and a wildcat
and now you are four and I cannot
take care of you anymore, My health
is failing and though you are my solace
I just cannot have you bringing birds
to me for breakfast anymore.
I found you a home with three teenage guys:
just hope they don't know about turpentine
I'll miss you my Bard, the purr to my poems
But with three boys to play with, I found you a nice home
Here is the stanza I was hoping to write for the ending,
and by the will of exterior forces my wish came true:
Teague came back, not the very next day
Teague came back in just three days
And now I just don't know what to say
Except my Bard, my Shakespeare is here to stay
Author notes
Teague (Irish/Gaelic for 'Bard' or 'Poet') was my cat until tonight, because of health risks in keeping a cat I had to find a new home for Teague tonight and she is now adopted with what I hope is a fine family.
Someone aske me why I would mention turpentine in a peom dedicated to a cat; well, this morning this joke was sent to me to prove my theory:
Holy Water...
A little boy was sitting on the curb with a gallon of turpentine, shaking it up and watching all the bubbles.
A priest came along and asked the boy what he had.
The boy replied, "This is the most powerful liquid in the world, it's called turpentine."
The priest said, "No, the most powerful liquid in the world is
Holy Water. If you take some Holy Water and rub it on a pregnant women's belly, she'll pass a healthy baby."
The boy replied, "That ain't nothin'. You take some of this
turpentine and rub it on a cat's ass and he'll pass a motorcycle!"
Written March 24th, 2004
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Awe... is a very descriptive word to ascribed such "a special gift." My ferret, "Lukey," also ran away but returned banging his small head against the screen door; although a rat a bit his ear and he was happy to be back on him home floor.
Thank you, this was a wonderful muse...!
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AWWW this is such a wonderful dedication poem for Teague. I know how we would feel if we had to give our two cats away(Shani and Wendy) I hope she is happy where she is. Loooved the joke. Laughed out loud at it
Love to you~Joan
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This is beautiful. I be sad if I have to give my little kitten, Einstein away. I just got him in January.
Lovely write. She probally be happy now.
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aww... liked her name... Bard! or Teague!
LOL
Bet she will be fine. Don't worry! -
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awww,,,my poor good friend , Gregg. It's always hard to lose a friend, especially one you raised. Hugs* Gregg, you wrote a beautiful tribute to one so loyal. -
awwwwwww. i can feel such sorrow in this poem. I'm sorry you had to give your cat away. and that picture is SO CUTE! is this the cat? awwwwwwww. lol.
~Lucas~
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