Wind back five years
(that’s all we’ve got)
this day, two friends left
walked together, perhaps, who knows
through the coloured light
leaving this world a little darker
a little quieter a little emptier.
The sky will be fierce clear tonight
and amid star-dazzle
and serious moonlight
we’ll tell ourselves we see
our big beautiful Branwell
stretching across the universe
to the Starman on the other side.
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What a beautiful cat 🙏 🌈
He was a lovely sweet cat. Just wandered in one day. He had a lovely sweet nature and got on even with the wild cat population but he had obviously been somebody’s pride and joy. Picked up cat aids though during his time on the streets and died when he was only four or five.
Oh that’s so sad. But I’m happy you were able to provide him a loving home for the rest of his time. We are about to have a feline addition to our family for the first time in years 🐈
Yes, he had a good calming effect on the two ladies who used to fight like cat and… cat.
A sad anniversary, but maybe they did walk together. Sweet cat face and beautiful rainbow sky.
The photo was taken on that day. There was a second rainbow but I never got a good shot of it.
It seems extra meaningful when you see a sight like that on a day when something memorable (good or bad) happened.
I think so. Rainbows aren’t so common in town.
So sweetly sad and beautiful. I am struck by your having seen a double rainbow that day. I once was sitting as a hospice worker with a woman in a coma. I wanted to give her something, not just sit there, so I read her passages from Mary Oliver’s The Leaf and the Cloud (a most amazing poem!) I felt the energy in the roon change. The gift was received. When I walked outside after, there was a glorious double rainbow in the sky, and everything was tinged golden as it got close to sunset………it was all connected and most amazing.
That does sound like some kind of message. It’s what we make of it, I suppose. The maker of rainbows didn’t know about David Bowie. Possibly didn’t even know about Branwell or you patient, but if it makes us happy, the sky if happy too 🙂
A lovely tribute to such a good friend.
He was a young neutred tom cat so he’d been somebody’s pet. He hadn’t been outside long enough to have gone downhill but he’d obviously contracted cat aids and it was slowly killing him.
I never had a cat. I’m more of a dog person. But I love to hear cat stories. I find cats both frightening and soothing.
I appreciate the presence of cats. They’re tamed but not completely human obsessed like dogs. They’ve kept something of the wild animal about them.
True, though it is precisely this dependence and unconditional love I love about dogs. You’re either or, I guess.
I like both. They’re like people. Some you appreciate because they’ll always be there and help out whatever, and others you like because they’re unpredictable, go under the radar for weeks then pop up again with an invitation or a box of chocolates.
And though we don’t see each other that often, it still works when we do. They must be cat people too.
I think they are. Cats bear closer inspection.
🙂
‘ – perhaps, who knows’
Beautifully done!
Thank you 🙂
He is watching you 💜
I hope he’s somewhere peaceful.
He is curled up by a fire with loads to eat 💜💜
Bless his furry little socks 🙂
They leave their mark on us, don’t they? Free spirits that freely love us.
They do. He was such a sweet cat.
Very very very very loving poem.
Thanks. Loss is heavy every time, even when it’s just a cat.
💔
A touching tale, beautifully captured.
Thank you 🙂
Ah, that’s a lovely tribute.
Thanks Tricia. He was a lovely cat. Bowie wasn’t bad either 🙂
A fitting elegy to both cat and man. And what a magic photo. Crossing over on a rainbow. That would be my choice. (K)
Thank you.
Yes, it’s the only way to go. As long as it doesn’t end up in Kansas…
Definitely not Kansas.
Phew.