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Smokey
...for Smokey



Smokey, we hardly knew you--

    You came that chilly night, a vagrant

        streak of grey, disappearing beneath

        my truck to park beneath the warmth of its

        muffler--

    and, when we looked,

        you came forth, regal, proud, sleek;

            yet not too proud to refrain from purring

                as we picked you up...

There you were, in our arms,

    soaking up our love,

        a love-machine running on twelve cylinders...

Perhaps you were a stray--you didn't say;

    but if so, a well-fed stranger were you,

        fed not only with victuals, but also the nectar

        of love--and this you gave freely to us,

            purring loudly your contentment for all to hear.

I had to leave, and so, Smokey, we put you down--

    and for a few moments you stayed,

        rumbling deep within your warm heart your farewell;

    then you turned, 

        blending into the night along the road...



A sudden thud,

    and,



                    Smokey,

                        Your memory still lives...


                                      November 25, 1974

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