Blue ~ poem

Content warning - discussed pet death, not graphic

My childhood was lighter than yours 

I had a cat, I had two 

You had one and he was big and blue 

And his name was Old Blue 

Roving was his weakness 

Who would want to hurt him 

The sweet old boy? 

Go to the grave 

Rebuking poison, cursing revenge 

3 boys gather around a big blue armchair

And bawl 

And mom bawls 

And dad says he'll never love another cat again 

60 years later and he swings on the breeze 

In the big old porch swing 

With a cat 

She's beautiful and big and green eyed 

But not quite blue