My Cat Has Died

Tommy was his namealong the green streetstaking both the same tripof sweet fresh air with dancing hairs singing loud for themand when looking at the same…then we two came into fights of eyesto show who's the best observer of this world. o words between usbut we understood each other and stood in that sunny placewhere everything seems to say:“don't care if you can't, just try.” And it was Tommy who listened to mein the rainy dayswhen I was sad, so in lovecrying smilingly for her and one day my head hit into a deep black wall when I found Tommy at the door lying dead on the floor. His eyes had closed his breath had stopped my Tom had gone.One of the four divisions of my heart is now empty and covered with icethe best friend of mine is now a little point there, so high in the skyalmost invisible to my eyes.