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Graceful Mimi

And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge you to write a paean to the stalwart hero of your household: your pet. Sing high your praises and tell the tale of Kitty McFluffleface’s ascension of Mt. Couch. Let us hear how your intrepid doggo bravely answers the call to adventure whenever the leash jingles.

If you don’t have a pet, perhaps you know one or remember one who deserves to be immortalized in verse. For inspiration, I direct you to a selection from an 18th-century poem by Christopher Smart, Jubilate Agno, in which the poet’s praise for his cat ranges from “For he is docile and can learn certain things” all the way up to “For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.” Personally, I’m lucky if my cat doesn’t just sleep the day away, but I find her pretty delightful all the same.

Her silky gray fur moves with such grace,
and her green eyes shine like a crystal vase.
Mimi's long body stands regal and tall,
sniffling and sneezing, allergies weren't small,
yet we still loved, boogies all the place.

As the day turned into dark as space,
Mimi's Maine Coon body, long as lace,
she extended her delicately long paws,
her silky gray fur

stained with an outline of blood trace,
and thinning began to outpace,
"it's mouth cancer," doctor points the squall,
"maybe three months," our mouths fall,
a celebration of life, an eternal hiding place,
her silky gray fur moved with such grace.