In memoriam: Allegro, 1980-1995.
The familiar sight of you
Scampering into the kitchen
On your padded little paws
To greedily gobble your ration
Of Sunday morning bacon
Is a sight which, sadly,
We shall never see again.
Nor your peaceful, poised, majestic pose
Atop the dining room table
As you sat and stared and shed
Reclaiming your perch
After countless removals and reprimands
Which you never seemed to comprehend.
Your plaintive, croaking meows
And persistent pleas for people food
-Mere moments after you scornfully sauntered away
From you heaping bowl of crunchy victuals-
Are forever relegated
To the realm of past repasts.
Your endless, loud, squeaky purring
For any and all and no reason whatsoever
Made you sound like an engine
That was idling too high
Until someone finally decided
To take out the key.
So fare thee well, our feline friend
Your long life of luxurious indolence
Has well prepared you for a blissful hereafter
And as long as they serve you
Bacon and turkey and roast beef
You’ll probably never know the difference.
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