This is a drawing of  small mouse left dead by our cat

Smooth ears, thin white whiskers, a long nose, touch of pink.

Life is not for the faint of heart

The task of witnessing the demise of the living is  constant.

A woman who fed us and let us use her shower,

while we grew up ( during the Hippie era)

Is now residing in Manor Care. Her name is Millie.

I took her the last of the marigolds and a box of tea

and gingersnaps ( she only ate one)

I noticed the soft greying and blurred edges of my friend,

resting toward completion.

Throwing her head back in a ahhhhhhh  at something I said

She told me that I look so good and I believed her.