Warm light | Charles Bukowski

alone
tonight
in this house,
alone with
6 cats
who tell me
without effort
all that there
is
to know.

Harry the Cat

© Despina Paramani

One for the old boy | Charles Bukowski

he was just a
cat
cross-eyed,
a dirty white
with pale blue eyes

I won’t bore you with his
history
just to say
he had much bad luck
and was a good old
guy
and he died
like people die
like elephants die
like rats die
like flowers die
like water evaporates and
the wind stops blowing

the lungs gave out
last Monday.
now he’s in the rose
garden
and I’ve heard a
stirring march
playing for him
inside of me
which I know
not many
but some of you
would like to
know
about.

that’s
all.