My Cat, Gypsy

Shape poem in memorial of my cat Gypsy who recently died, that I had the pleasure of having in my life for 17 years. She was the sweetest kitty I ever knew.

             M                          ^~~^
      Y                           {   0    0      } 
               C                                     `   "   `    
                 a                           sleek
                      t                        She's
                        Is not fat /          /
                         and black and
                          Her belly is
                           W               As
                            H                 s
                               i                 n
                               tE                 ow
     She comes to greet me when I come back
             From wherever it is that I go.

She
sleeps in a
           ball curled up       ^  ^

                                      At my feet with all of   >{ - -}<
Her tucked in tight. But my sweet little kitty has gone to Heaven and I miss her Day and night.
                          
                                            

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

Excellent work,concrete poetry is something that demands a lot of concentration and care as well as poetic talent.Well done.

[Leslie Philibert]

Excellent work,concrete poetry is something that demands a lot of concentration and care as well as poetic talent.Well done.

[Ami N.]

So sweet. I found it really interesting how you rhymed and shaped the whole thing as a cat :) loved it!

[MsMermaid]

Lady of Shallot~ Do you have photos of sweet Michael? I'd love to see your kitty.

[MsMermaid]

Thanks ever so much everyone for the compliments and the empathy. It means so much to me.

[Blue Ivory]

Awwww I have a cat too. His name is Michael

[Harmonica winds]

I like how you set this up, sad write tho'

[MsMermaid]

This was more difficult than I thought it would be. The format kept messing up the shape when I would try to post it, but I finally got it as good as it's gonna get.

[Robert Haigh]

A sad little rhyme for your dear deceased pet...and a shape poem too! These take great patience (and a little planning!) but the results, as here, can be stunning! You are a very versatile poet!