you used to come mewing
whenever i stepped outside—
a neighbor’s cat
who claimed my space
darting into the house
purring against my leg
forcing me to pet you
a nuisance, really
i bought you toys
put out water
took your picture
for my friend
he loved cats most
told me to write
be awake, more than asleep
be a verb, not a noun
he’s gone, your gone
together maybe
dreaming awake
while i keep writing
*59/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
Bridgette Tales 
What a beautiful boy. I would like to think they are together. 🐾
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Me too. Thanks for inspiring this poem with our conversations, and lending me the “dreaming awake” line.
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I’m glad that our conversations can be inspiring. Even if it makes me blush.
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Cats are beautiful and mysterious!
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They really are! I miss this one and hope another neighborhood cat or stray finds me again.
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The Cat Distribution system will find you again, Bridgette. 😻
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I hope they found each other Bridgette.
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