Still Sweeney-Poo

for a moment
he stops and gets scratched between the ears
it pleases both of us
we are in love with each other
his flaccid tail hangs to the floor
but moves upward with a stroke down his back
then he moves along the wall
like you've been holding him up
some urgent place he has to go
he meets two-walls on the corner 
on time, 
and waits 
patiently
forgetting why he's come
maybe the crevice - the wall and night table
dead end
meow, what do i do now?

a sleek warm feline basking in the sun? no
an adulating frame hints of his pain
a thousand daily grooming licks? no more
stretches on hemp rope prowess? no more
sharpening claws for the home jungle? no more
arm draped over Nala dominantly? no more
covering his stool kindly in the litter box? no more
no bowel movements,
no hunger,
no thirst,
no recognition,
still beautiful
still, Sweeney-Poo

3-24-14