Poetry

Napoleon’s Farewell Address

Mistress mine I grieve for thee.
My Elba nears. I know you see
My coat once smooth and sleek
Now rough and dry, matted deep.

Your ministrations I appreciate
Since no longer can I depreciate
The fur along my thigh, and dear
I need you now to scratch my ear.

My diet severely limited, leaner,
Meant for cats who are senior!
When I venture forth the birds
No longer fear this meek predator.

Truth be known I must confess
I have forgotten why I did address
Them in the past. They safely now
Fly near me and I wonder how

I had the energy once to pursue.
My attack days dwindle to few,
Those lackluster in attempt.
Once suave I am now unkempt.

Oh dear cat of my home
Time is soon when you will roam
Elysian Fields, full of birds to chase.
Teasing you they will fly in haste

Sanguine you nibble on sweet grass,
Waiting there for time to pass
When in that perfect place
We two will gather... by Grace.

anna alexander
7/26/97
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