I'll leave myself
in the paws of the cats

They won't ever do me any harm

My age is over-powering
at life's cul-de-sac,
survival brimming with numbers

but I have the blessings of the cats

My knee caps hurt today,
at this open-ended slab of life,
but the cats jump about
in their feverish attempts
to pry open all the closed circuits
of my spells & incantations

The war lords
are using up all their first & last strengths
to tear down towns
and bury anybody's love in hate,

but the cats smile with their whole bodies
when they fly about The Big Ship of Dreams
as December
at 66°1'8''N / 21°59'14''E
pulls the Polar Circle Curtain,
Moony, Starry & Aurora Borealisy

I'm knocking on Heaven's Door,
but the cats quiver their whiskers,
meow at me
and come tripping up under my face
across my chest
where I lie on my back,
to escort me out of existence
in due course

Yes, I leave myself
in the paws of Cesi & Silver,
already dressed in furs
suiting the funeral procession,
their tails rising to the occasion