Glowing Fur
I call up all my sleeping pets, ones who’ve
Left me, hairy ones especially. I
Embrace them in a special, drowsy groove
Of dreams and daydreams where these loved ones lie
As baskers in a happy sun of bliss
Beyond the ones they knew in pre-death life.
They look at me as if they want a kiss
Upon their haunting heads. My heart is rife
With bitter sweetness, but instead I brush
Their coats in afterlife flimsiness. Brave
Dogs waggingly soak up this love in hush
Of sweeping tails, unbreathing in the grave.
The cats, uncanny in their spectral fur,
Respond with silent, shoe-box coffin purr.