What say to "Beloved Cat...Merlin" poem?

Question

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Last night, when Merlin lay curled on the rug, twitching

Claws and ears in memory of some sparrow,

I adjusted the quilt, sighed.

Merlin opened an eye, saw it was only me, and walked

To nibble on a dish of Mackeral...then lay by the fire

Too softly, ignoring the windows too innocently.

Each dusk, I closed the flowered curtains to keep

Treetop shadows out of Merlin's eyes.

But in the mornings, robins scouted the yard...and

Merlin's whiskers quivered against the screen.

Last night, I picked Merlin from the rug, scratched his

Chin, ears, and whispered acres of woods and dripping

Perch years from the city.

Insensitive drivers kept the door locked...and children

Who liked black cats...and city toms who fought their

Blocks.

Early this morning, before the world flamed again, a

Scratchy noise and padded steps crept into my mind.

I knew the torn screen behind that window kept a particle

Of Merlin's fur for me when I fully awoke.

A particle of fur from that window that only Merlin

Knows why I opened sometime last night.

Answer 1

I hope Merlin will come back!  Lovely, but melancholy write.

Answer 2

I'm not sure why, but I want to cry reading this.

Answer 3

Your style is superb!  Tells a sweet comforting story!

Answer 4

Again, should we, or should we not open the window ? That is the question. Now I sea a calm ocean; its surface is like a mirror. I could sea only what it reflects from the outside, and few shadows of the inside. Superb, as usual  

Answer 5

Oh - I liked this alot - your compassion for your cat - in letting him out to be "wild" and have life experiences.  Even though dangers may lurk - the value of the freedom of spirit - seems worth the risk ♥