Cleo II, Baby Kitten, do the cruel gods appreciate your golden eyes?
I’d kill those gods if they existed, and if I could seize their power.
Almost 22 was not enough. You should have been an eternal wonder.
In 1971, at just two months, you hid under a car to avoid the weather.
My friend gave you a scary ride to work. You survived to make me smile.
Years ticked by too quickly. The bastard gods betrayed you to death.
We took you in and gave you milk; you were far too cute to lap up death.
Though you were still frightened, I could see our bonding in your eyes.
You shrugged for others, but each time I walked in, you began to smile.
Humans do tricks and make tools, but cats have the real super power.
Needing you to adopt me, I drove you home through sunny weather.
Chasing other cats and critters in the grass would be your 12-year wonder.
Where are you, Cleo? Why must we outlive our pets? For my life, I’ll wonder.
Dying is not unnatural. But why must so much injustice ally itself with death?
We must live through logic, but knowledge yields only stormy mental weather.
Lost to the winds of unknown truths, I can see nothing without your eyes.
Your death, 19 years ago, drained too much of my courage and patient power.
Each time I see any tuxedo cat, I think lovingly of you and sadly smile.
Time tears us to shreds far too quickly. For this we should pray and smile?
If prayer can save us, can it then save us from those who pray? I wonder.
In your brief life, you proved no pantheon can ever match kitty power.
I figured you were super tough. How could you lose your battle with death?
I moved us to an apartment. At first, I could see sadness in your eyes.
At 12, you focused on playing inside, You really didn’t miss the weather.
Under capitalism, human life plans can be as unreliable as the weather.
Through much of that turmoil, only you, Cleo, could make me really smile.
Time is dragging me to the void, shrinking my height and fading my eyes.
Dare I hope to see you again? I must doubt, but can still hope and wonder.
Returning to the elements is certain. In that way, we will be united in death.
If I can forget to mourn you so sadly, I gladly yield my memory’s power.
Goodbye, dear Cleo, my little black and white focus of truly universal power.
My life is failure and farce, but your purrs protected me from reality’s weather.
Living beings perish. As you are gone, so I too will eventually need my death.
I am useless, but not all was wasted. For almost 22 years, you made me smile.
Super Kitty Cleo, I will always remember you in astonishment and wonder.
As I am dying, I promise to try to mourn you, and bring final tears to my eyes.
Zen Master Cleo, often only your delightful power could inspire my smile.
The gods do not help us through life’s foul weather. Why so cruel, I wonder?
When I can open my door to final sleep, I will look for your bonding eyes.