Poem | Paddles | Grace Cavalieri

No One Likes Dead Pet Poems, I Certainly Don’t

 

Yet my cat did sit on the back of the couch looking out the window

Waiting for my return,

He did brush his nose against my tears when Ken died,

And loved to watch “The Voice" with me Monday Nights on NBC,

Today I'll buy a morning clock. I'll learn not to rush home,

A long time ago, my father watched his beloved dog die,

And, looking into his eyes, saw he could not help him,

That’s the day my father learned to listen,

Now I can throw away the pink velvet rag  

For wiping Paddles when he came in—

Paw prints in the snow.