My Chippy MAG

January 10, 2012
By Annette Pollert BRONZE, Setauket, New York
Annette Pollert BRONZE, Setauket, New York
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A low, pale light
slips between the slits
Of the blinds, etching
phosphorescent bars
of ice on the cold floor. I
watch those rods of life
attempt to imprison you,
But still you ebb away.

Your chocolate quivering paws,
tender to my touch, are
speckled with silent grey hairs.
Your fur is damp from the
twelve years of friendship
I have recently cried into your
silky coat because
you are ebbing away.

Trusting are your eyes
as we lie, our bellies on the tile,
Noses touching.
I can see the pain of the cancerous
tumors mingle with the
dull arthritic ache of age and
cloud your velvety eyes.
And, you ebb away.

My silent companion, you are
my confidant, my sanity and my heart.
And still you chew with subtle fierceness
On the bones of your life, soon
To be the skeleton of my memory,
Because you are ebbing away.

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