Whose bed was a filthy milk crate in a trash strewn alleyway
He once lived with a lovely lady, slept on her bed in a cozy home
Until the day she went to Heaven, and her sweet cat was put out on his own
His meals were scraps, thrown his way by vendors on the street
Mostly bread ends and stale crackers, never tuna fish or fresh meat
His fur, once soft and white, became a dingy, sorrowful grey
His eyes burned, his paw pads grew jagged from walking the pavement all day
Then came the cold, dank lonely night, that would be his last
His worn, miserable body he laid down
To dream of merry days long past
He awakes to Warm Serenity, looks around in awe
"Could this place be Heaven?" he wonders. Then examines his paw
It's fur is clean and smooth as silk
No scrapes, nor cracks, nor stain
Stretching his, now sinewy, body
Feels no weakness, nor achiness, nor pain
Memories of his dear mistress
Are all that remain in his head
No reminder of cruelty encountered
Nor recollection of suffering and dread
Cat looks up at trees, branches laden
With Wisteria of dream purple blue
Then upward still, into candy floss clouds with an uncommon magenta hue
Beside a pond, he finds a letter that reads
"Welcome to the Realm of Fae
Your days here will fall softly upon you
We shall make most comfortable, your stay
Whilst we are most happy to have you
Your days with us are numbered at seven
When God has located your Mistress
He shall take you up into Heaven"
Gazing into the peaceful pond
Cat is started at what he does see
An amazing, jeweled amulet hangs
Where a threadbare collar used to be
In Noontide of day seven
A most beautiful Faery appears
Cat jumps into her outstretched arms
She caresses his warm head, his ears
To a multi colored bridge, Fae carries him
Lowers him down onto earth covered with moss
With eyes full of question, Cat gazes at Fae
Smiling softly, she gestures for him to cross
After walking a few yards across the bridge
He turns, takes a glance behind
Eyes searching for the wonderful Faery
Mist-filled clouds are all he finds
Treading, hesitantly, across the bridge
Cat notices that there is no sound
And a sensation, wafting, floating
As if his feet aren't touching the ground
Reaching the end of the bright colored bridge
His eyes encounter a glorious scene
A freshly dewed, Springtime park
Willow trees and grass, ever so green
A pretty lady sits reading, on bench
Long side a pebbled path
From her book, she looks up and gazes at Cat
Clapping her hands as she lets go a laugh
Cat's blue eyes light up, for he recalls that laugh
From happy days in his earthly life past
It belongs to his beloved Mistress
Indeed, he is in Heaven, at last!
Alice Jackson Sanders copyright 6/20/19
Art - Original ACEO pocket art
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