Symphony
You’re gone
Really gone
But will it be for long?
You didn’t die
Cowering quivering alone
Nor did you crawl cold ill-timed
Into the engine
Of that stationary station wagon.
I can’t forget you my
Darling dear cat
And in my Monday morning
Sadness I raise Lambrusco to my lips
Lamenting your loss.
And I cry:
Symphony sun of Concert
Moon of my misery
The uncertainty must end
Where did you disappear
And why
Forsolong
Forsolong
Gone.
© Susan Lynn Gesmer, The Cat Poems, 1980
Excellent use of “Lambrusco” in a poem! It is obvious that this cat spirit moved you deeply.