in the pretty evening light
I went for a walk
but all along the way
you sneaked in
with little furry pieces
so soft, so brown and woolly
and black and red
and your orange leg...

the façades were shining bright
in the setting sun
but all I saw: your coat
as far as I could see
and your skinny body heaving

my own breath
reflected yours
my own words
became your mews
and I could not understand
how such a lively little creature
could fade so fast

some kitty footprints on the floor
some cat’s hairs on a chair
is all that’s left of you, my little one
is all that’s left of you