Song For a Dying Cat

Soon, Andrew will skulk away
To a meadow where a narrow stream tipples by
He's had enough, he's had his day
And looks around to say goodbye

And beneath this stare of a forlorn lover
This smile of teenage angst
This tongue of elder virtue
This mind, flourishing, playful, boundless
Peace beckons

Motionless for a moment
Then out the door he crept
And as he entered the meadow
He noticed, no footsteps