Clean and still.
No tangle of toys
Or mess of muddy feet.
The silence echoes
The happy cacophony
Of days long past.
The grand old king cat
Is fading too;
Melting into the shadows
He stares at in the wall.
The clock’s chimes
Reverberate the passing of time.
Time of chaos,
Exhaustion, emotion;
Noise and muddle and mess.
Time of happiness.
Her home, her cage,
Gilded by golden memories.
The walls and she agree:
It’s time,
Time to go.
Pack the memories,
Hoist them on her back,
Step out the door;
Follow the sun
Along new journeys,
More memories to come.
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