A Feline for a Lifetime...

This is the second poem in recent days about my favorite cat named T.S. (milkstain) Eliot. He happened to be killed four days after our return from Italy. I assume he was out wandering and checking out his new surrounding as he had done in Italy. I miss him. This is an homage to him;


T. S. (milkstain) Eliot
(D. April 15, 1992)

April can prove to be the cruelest month.
A black lab found him –
stiff and gutted– amongst the beach grasses
of the marshes in Accabonac Harbour.

His eyes nonchalant,
his fur brittle.
A cat so keen, what could
have caught him? A predator
with cunning and mean.

His sister, Corin, waits at the window,
spawning glass, at her widow’s watch;
her vigil will go on...

Stolen by jowls;
a cat for a lifetime,
only four years, now gone.

The ground where he lays is marked.
He will decompose
like all dead things.
But a brief
life remembered,
a spirit transcended–
in his epitaph–

A king among cats...