by Nancy Potter
" MY OLD FRIEND BO "
On padded feet, he'd hit the floor
And rush to greet me at the door,
And place two paws upon my face,
To give a tickling cat embrace,
Then leap away and scurry through the house,
To chase a fraying finger mouse;
Or pause before the window-glass
To watch the birds feeding in the grass.
And when he'd tired of cat and mouse,
He'd wander through the quiet house
And find his place upon my bed
And dream his cat dreams by my head.
And sometimes, waking from my human dreams,
I look about me and it seems
That I still see him there,
Curled, napping, in HIS wicker chair,
A furry ball of sweet repose,
With silken ears and twitching nose--
It just a pleasing pantom, though,
Of one so dear, my old friend, Bo
Bo was my gentle, loving soul cat who blessed my life for nearly sixteen years. Thank you Bo for all the joy and happiness! And look for me at the bridge.