by George Freek
My cat creeps carefully
among spring flowers,
over petunias and into
jonquils, around budding
hyacinths, confronting
rising hollyhocks.
He’s seeking new adventures
in his garden universe,
stepping amidst this
bursting life, while he,
poor fellow, grows
older, day by day.
If he could, would
he wonder why
life must be this way.
Or would he simply hope
for one more day.
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