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THE DESDEMONATA
by S Hartwell
My years on earth were years I merely borrowed;
My passage to the glory lands bring to me no sorrow,
You give me comfort at the last,
So help me take the sunlit path,
And while I bathe forever in eternal light in Purradise,
I’ll always be a kitten in your heart.
My time on earth is nearly done my friend,
I ask one final thing –
Procure for me a gentle,
painless end.
My body was so tired as I bathed in summer scents,
At the final curtain’s falling,
the approach of welcome death I sensed,
In death my body looks as though I simply sleep,
I am at peace.
I have no pain.
In astral flesh I’m whole again.
But who will hold YOU while YOU weep?
SMUDGE
by Written by a friend for Mr and Mrs J F Histed of Welling when Smudge died at the age of 19.
Here I sit serene and still Upon my heavenly window sill;
Glossy black and radiant white Purring warmly,
shining bright,
Feeding on ambrosial fish From an alabaster dish.
Taking after dinner maps Curled upon the angels’ laps.
Nightly from my starry chair I purr my earnest kitten’s prayer.
Thanks for every happy day Spent with her in idle play.
No other cat could ever be So loved and cherished,
God,
as me.
No other cat could ever spend So good a life with such a friend.
Please tell my friend that for her still,
I purr with joy from my window sill.
SOFT PAW
by Roderick Hill
Down cast eyes,
the minute cries,
the elegant footstep slowly dies.
The silence stops,
now you are gone,
the sadness starts where you once shone.
Ambling comfortably through the home,
seeing no boundaries alone she roams.
Soft paw sleeping in the afternoon sun,
time moves on and a life is run.
She moved with freedom,
as the endless sky,
Then died to sleep,
to rest to fly.
We cling to the moments,
we cherish the past,
The petals of the flower finally cast.
But now she is roaming in the stars Her graceful spirit fleets above ours,
The tears may fall,
like crystal rain,
Yet she is happy and alive and free again.
So lift our souls,
cast our smiles,
Cheer our hearts and laugh a while,
In the eternal blue she watches,
it seems,
The hopes,
the fears,
the lives,
the dreams.
Waves break loud on a far sea-shore,
Where blew a flower,
may a flower no more Brake in the sun till the run breaks down
and death shall have no dominion.
DESDEMONA’S PRAYER TO BAST.
by S L Smith
As I lay me down to sleep I pray to Bast my soul to keep,
And should I die before I wake,
I pray to Bast my soul to take,
And transport it to the sandy lands Where my forbears worshipped were,
Where my ancient kin were much revered
And where the cat first learned to purr.
As I pad on velvet feet
I pray Bast will give me mice to eat,
And as I use my litter tray
I ask that she will find me play,
In her bright heaven where all cats,
Are stroked by Bast’s most blessed hands,
And bask and gambol in her care,
Remembering Egypt’s ancient sands.
As I knead upon your knees,
I hope that Bast is greatly pleased
To see her child at rest and play,
Fed and cared for every day,
And when I reach that glorious place
And gaze upon her feline face,
I’ll ask that Bast will grant you grace
To join me in eternal play.
ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL
by Boy Cat’s Mum
Dearest God Be good to him,
my precious boy,
For all the joy he gave me treat him well.
Let him run and play and climb Heaven’s highest tree;
Give him all the love and trust that he gave me.
Guide him gently,
take him through So he may know eternal life and peace with you.
The bond we share will never die;
Our souls as one will never part.
O hear my prayer,
dear Lord And know it’s true That I may mend the anguish of my breaking heart.
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