The Rainbow Cat

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I knew a cat who liked to roll

In rainbows strewn across

The road as if the colours

Could imbue into its living bones

And cats could wear

The favoured coat of many colours

And the smell of purple pink and green

Could lift its senses so

The notes of music caught

Within the shades could seep

And feed the starving heart

Of strays

Remembrance

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Soul sitting in my weary rocking house

I climb the high stairway of consciousness

And held aloft

Remain in history lost

Turning pages of faces long ago

Full albums in the head

Of what had been said and done

By whom to who

People I knew

As amiable once as finger and thumb

As close as eye to lid to me

And now no more to say

They stay locked in memories timeless smile