It is half past one midnight
come back soon, because you’re black and it’s night outside
black coloured too
if you don’t come back soon
I can’t find you in the dark
I worry your going outs
these last days
i’m busy here all the time
been half past 3, half past 4,5,
6….
the cat’s special door
gives no sound
nothing comes out
oops! now become half past eight
my beloved is already awake
I told him
never happened like this,
she always returns home
at half past three
now it’s already 9 o’clock
I don’t think it is OK
Panter is still on her way
this is already Sunday morn
my heart feels saddest and torn
we’ve been searching for her everywhere
we searched and searched
searched all her favourite places
fifteen years of loyal traces
fifteen years of sorrow, glee
and loving care
if she does not come home,
one night, beware
the shared joys and sorrows
tonight she has not returned
no more tomorrows
hubby said comfortingly
most cats don’t come home anymore
they then go quietly and peacefully
pausing in the elysium
to stay after that forever
fifteen loving years at home
now in the elysion-dome
not by accident
finally she made her best decision
to remain in the uplifting elysion….
©Sylvia Frances Chan
Saturday-Night 22 June 2019
23.14 hrs PM Dutch Time