The Master's Cat

I wrote this poem almost 10 years ago. It doesn't suck! However, YOU be the judge of that! Text:
(Based on a story by Curtis Cost)
For Ksusha the Cat




The music fades, the lights draw low,
The swelling din that must subside;
With joyous music finally stopped,
It is the day that the master died.

The studio lights fill every nook,
Except for the chair where the master sat;
The last light finally reveals the truth,
In that seat there now sits a cat!

Not just any cat, but the dearest friend,
Who the master told his secrets to;
This stoic, furry "special guest",
Poised and ready for his interview.

The announcer steps to the front in haste,
Impeccably groomed and nattily dressed;
Apparently combed with buttered toast,
He leers with contempt at his "special guest".

"No friends nor family of any kind,
So that his work might carry on;
No successor to this calling able,
To create such joy with his baton."

"This self centered fuzzball seated here,
Who alone had known the master's care;
This useless postule always with him,
At his side always-everywhere!"

"Nothing to give and nothing to lose,
Nothing to gain, what an awful case!
The master's secrets in this creature's keeping?
Gone forever, such a terrible waste!"

"He feels not the slightest tinge of sadness,
No grief shows on his whiskered face;
The master's gift in this cat's keeping?
Gone forever, what a huge disgrace!"

As "old cementhead" ends his show,
Not the slightest noise does the kitty make;
The lights were dimmed, the silence fell,
As the master's cat seems wide awake.

The banging of chairs, the clanging of props,
The master's theme would long subside;
When they arrived at the master's seat,
They found that the cat indeed, had died.

Drenched with grief-still wet with tears,
This lifeless fuzzball had finally spoken;
In life the creature could ill express,
That the dam had burst, his heart had broken!.

From the torture of inconsolable loss,
That the wretched human heart can't see;
To the still wet teardrops on the master's seat,
The master's cat was finally free!

Those fading lights, the far off strains,
The din that would at last subside;
But the small, sick heart concealed from view,
This day, the master's cat has died!

The dying creature could not describe,
The music he'd heard and the places he'd been;
But his furry corpse will indeed attest,
Of fathomless grief churning deep within.

That cannot be heard nor understood, for
The priceless love dwells deep inside;
The bond between these kindred souls,
Lives on even after both have died!

Category:

Pets & Animals

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[TechPepsi]

very well done.. I like it... :3

[studlydoright111]

@TechPepsi Thank you so much! I endeavor to craft poetry for all those people who don't ordinarily like poetry. I try to be accessible and to connect with all who would read me; I am definitely not a "write what I feel" poet.

[IraqIsWhack]

Ah the things we don't see that animals could be feeling.

[studlydoright111]

@IraqIsWhack It is the relationship, and the consequence of the seperation that intrigued me. The original story captured it so very well; I could only dream of doing a yeoman's job in transmitting the depth of the bond between these two dissimilar creatures...