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.