Ivory silk floats upon your neck,

With purrs of purity,

In a frequency one can’t fathom to forget.

Nose, leather-patent,

Soused in September’s tears.

Ears tweaked too well

To the unity within my breath.

Lime-drawn irises,

Her dark matter awn,

Tufts of whiskers,

Furthermore, her astuteness

For hauling other cats over coal.

Delicate, diminutive paws,

Gathered grey upon the peaks of your paws.

Newly shed, honed claws;

Far-reached stretches and cavernous yawns.

Sharp brain with a slender frame,

Her mind, which blazed in a calamitous way.

She’d summoned fare and meolc,

To which was never felled.

English land—where she now lay,

Interred.