Leaf

       I watched one leaf fall

       Oak or maple, red or gold

       Though it was summer

       Our calico is gone now

       Green-eyed, pink-nosed Juniper  

       The ginger cat cries

       Missing their combat, that warmth

       Now chases shadows

       At dawn birds clamor outside

       So I open our windows

       I want to hear them

       The comfort of another

       We are older too

       One of us will be left here

       When the other falls too soon