Oscar

[constantine]

It's not a question of want,
I have to make you understand.
Doesn't matter where you come from
or even the nature of your being,
all life is short and sacred.

What can I tell you about my friend Oscar?
His gentle nature, almost
to the point of timidity, as if
harboring pain, apprehension
of another time and another place,
concealing it well, but speaking still
through his large and beautiful eyes
that withold, but in doing so tell all -
more than I once thought
or, perhaps, could ever imagine.
Kind and gentle, dearest of friends
so few , these
I could count on one hand
lucky man that I am...
I could speak of his grace and agility,
his love of the outdoors,
one almost had to track him down - to seduce him
from his zealous and few
moments in the sun, his solitary
excursions under the moon, perhaps
it was a dearer friend than I,
who knew him well.
He bore his sufferings with fortitude
and when he died... and when he died,
I could not stand even the mercy of God,
who took his son
so that a man might have a better soul.
My dear friend and noble cat,
Oscar.

[stilltrucking]

I think the Egyptians got it right. We should all worship cats.

I had a dream about Osiris or maybe it was a black Jesus.

It was a lovely dream. I waked up feeling rested and refreshed.

[mousey1]

I LOVE THIS!

You made me weepy...you rat!

Oscar the cat, I knew he was a cat as you paw-printed his way through your poem. Oscar. How sweet he was! I wonder which of his nine lives he lived with you...and just now wonder where he's at, whose lucky life he chooses now to splendor. Cause he did you know...the cat came back...it was the spring of his December.

You did him justice, this is a splendid ode to Oscar, friend cat.

[constantine]

thanks. it's nice to hear from the both of you. he was a wonderful fellow. when you can develop an emotional rapport with any life form you are enriched.

[stilltrucking]

Sorry for the ramble

I am in mourning myself

It will prabley take a year

I have no doubt he died for my sins

Nikko

[constantine]

i'm so sorry, my friend. he looked like a good guy. i'm sure he loved you as much as you loved him.