On silent feet, the furry folk arrive,
Leave paw prints all across my days,
Scatter catnaps in my sunshine places.
Oh, how their presence graces me.
Quicker than a winking eye, as agile as a smile,
they stalk the pathways of my heart
And what great emptiness they leave behind
When it is time for them to go.



This poem was written in 2011 in memoriam for she whom Bear always referred to as The Complaint Department, (Maeve 1994-2011) but I’m reposting it here as the first post of the new year as a toast to all those absent friends, mine and yours, who are waiting for us to join them on the far side of the Rainbow Bridge.

For Maeve, © 2011 The Owl Underground, all rights reserved.