A Pathetic Farewell

It was a winter evening, the sun had to go early.

I could hear the cry of our dear cat, his sunken eyes wished

to tell a pathetic story, steps tattered and wished to

say-''I am too exhausted to walk''.

His broken voice

reminded me the broken string of my heart that

I played oneday,

he hid the thick tears

behind the curtain of his patheic joy as the

water hides itself into the ice.

I remember

I fed him that last evening but

who knew he would run

away on a secrect way

from the sweet garden of paradise to the world of Pluto.

In the morning I did see the cat lying on the

comfortable

bed of ruthless death.

I fetched milk to drink him.

He drank unconsciously I supposed.

When I called a divine call, the cat left his last breath

Lifting his right leg as if blessed me that was

incredible but credible.

I paused for a while like a dead tree.

It seemed the air lost its way, the sky lost

its beauty,

the sun forgot to shine up, oh, how pathetic it was!

Today I can hear the sound of the spade and the ground

they made a little room together for our dear cat,

my father digged.

I made his bed under the ground with my own hands.

But I couldn't provide a single lamp

for his dark room.

He looked like Seamus Heaney's the tollund man.

Often I dream our dear cat is alive and cheery, but

Oh, in reality he is no more.

Although he speaks a lot today

such as a silent portrait hanging on the white wall.

Ah, my heart aches!