A poem for Billy the cat

Your green eyes glistened so bright

your stout button-nose ever-gleaming in the light

perched up on the windowsill in the morning sun

your white and black coat shined even in the night

so soft to the touch

we thought of your ever-lounging ways

as a bit too much

though we might deny the present, your permanence is no longer

all that glistened so bright

is no longer in sight

the sun now forever falls on a empty windowsill

that can never be right

we cannot yet contemplate where your green eyes do still glisten

for it is not anywhere near, and this is our biggest fear