for Micetro

it does not seem fair
that Micetro should die in Spring
as the boxwoods are greening
and the driveway warming
for an afternoon nap

who will sit with me
on these cool April evenings
to gaze at the silent moon?

I will miss his white face
watching me
from the black mulch
his favorite resting place

there, in the damp and darkness
the perennials are in bloom

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