LOULOU
Green marbled eyes
your whiskers emerge from
black points.
I can see the reflexion of
the window behind me in
your eyes which look at me
pleading or loving.
you dip your paw into my mug of milk
and like corned beef.
17 years my friend, we have been together,
never a cross word, never a scratched chair
Loulou, sweet, saintly Loulou
persecutated by the brutal Max
jealous of your calm and joyful ease.
Loulou if cats could be saints
You would win the crown.
Copyright L. Ivison 2025
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