Pop. Evansville WI, down one

Harry's gone

In the big amoeba paint-blotch
of life
With arms pushing out
Determining direction
According to strength
And reaching power

Some might say
Harry wasn’t around long enough
To make a major difference -
Three and a half years only

Isn’t much
For a cat they expected more from
His brief brush of reaching
Clutching batting padding
Amounted to -
What’s that you say?

Naught?
Tell that to the now artless grieving mistresses
In the old household
Who won’t forget that blackening;

Cattening;
A mere touch on the bigger palette
Of Evansville neighborhood life
But what a bold stroke of black it was!
He knew every inch
Of his canvassed top-to-bottom world

Every cockle of his owners’ hearts
And now there’s a missing arm
In the works;
Busted amoeba; unfinished painting
Incomplete

Adios amigo
Go with God
Or with the Godesses
Who oversaw

Zep 7-21-08