I Argentée have lived a hardy life:
a Maine Coon mix, I’ve forded babbling rills,
the freest spirit, who’s never suffered strife!
Why, I have scaled formidable forest hills,
where I’ve run into coons and surly bears
who’ve never phased me in the very least;
I’ve roamed the fields and sounded foxes’ lairs,
so why be so surprised when I am deceased.
Because I pride the space I always crave,
although I was on leash, the leash was loose,
to leave me running free, for being brave,
since as you know I’ve always been so spruce!
For all the bugs I’ve chased and mice I’ve caught
I bid you, fairest friends, to mourn me not.
March 29 2019
in memoriam, fairest Argentée, libre esprit (free spirit)
April 15 2003 – March 14 2019
winter haiku – a bum = un clochard
a bum dies in the snow –
no one mourns him
des corbeaux croassent,
un clochard meurt dans la neige –
personne en deuil
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