The Bridge Club Murder Mysteries

I wrote this poem about my cat. She was 21 years old when she passed away. I miss her a lot.

Spirit

There is a certain slant of light

That split thru my window

Into multi-colored rays

Which bounce and tumble to the floor

The bright elusive beads

Dance and tease my poor cat

Hunched up in the corner

Tense and vigilant

Eyes gleaming with triumph

She pounces on the intruder

And swallows it whole

By Prafulla Vyas

I miss my cat and I don’t think I will ever have another pet again🐈‍⬛