BARRY

 

He loved wiggly things that begged for attack

like his heroes Roger and black Uncle Mak;

happy to find a fresh morning day

and forever fun-seeking; new games to play.

 

Spying the treetops, he'd itch to climb high,

on God and not gravity would he rely;

chasing the tails of cats older than he

then snuggling to sleep with sister Bette.

 

Adventures unending, bugs in the spring,

intent exploration of all novel things;

he'd greet the sunrise and purr at the world

with bright happy eyes and stub tail unfurled.

 

Borneo-born and veteran of skies

his short life was full for a cat of his size;

now he is watching from heaven on high

cuddled with Roger, they say: " Daddy, don't cry."