This is my poem about my very old and very loved
big-headed cat. With Apologies to Anne Sexton (title)
You have no right to him, Big Jack.*
When the spark within became him
it wasn't yours anymore.
Once freely given, it's gone-
not for the taking
even by the likes of you.
Let him go! He'll come back
in his own time.
In the meantime, he is mine-
a part of my heart,
From the first
I knew that our lives
would become entwined.
Take his light
and you dim mine.
Go away Big Jack.
You aren't wanted here.
See his soft easy breathing.
Come close, but not too close.
Smell his warm sweet breath.
How can you think of stopping that.
Take that now and there will be no spring flowers.
For he is the very breeze that brings the early rains.
Sweetly raining down on the hungry earth.
See the wet shimmering shoot swaying in his wake.
Don't take him.
I may never bloom again.
*Anne Sexton entreated God, Jack of all Trades, All
Knowing, All Loving, Big Jack, to save her young God-child.
Her poem is called "Praying to Big Jack".
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