Felix - Fleeting glimpses
Sometimes I think,
when looking at you in the painting,
that you will,
stand up, stretch forward,
on your front short legs,
spine lengthening.
Stubby tail uncurling,
like a black flag pole,
and come running to me.
Like I've nearly forgotten,
you always did.
Telling me about,
everything that's happening,
with your quirky little cross eyed grin.
Sometimes I catch you
sleeping in the arm chair,
among the discarded jumpers and such,
your subtle energy
peacefully reminding me,
You're no longer there.
Sometimes missing you
is far too hard to bear.
