Fall

The maple tree’s gone.

So’s the cat.

He used to lie at the roots

And let the tree blanket him in leaves

As red and orange as his fur

Until he’d been covered

As submerged as dead summer grass

And he’d lie there

Warm and invisible

Until some silly human walked in front of the house.

It’s gone too.

As the poor fool passed by

That big old cat would jump

In a maelstrom of leaves and fur

And he’d smite the human with fear

And embarrassed indignation.

I miss that yellow cat

And today I miss that tree

As I look at a bare autumn lawn

Awaiting my own departure.

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