Owed to a Phantom Cat

Apr 3 11:43 UTC 1993

You lay there so still.
Wake, o little one.
Let the new light of dawn awaken your lifeless body.
Stir, move, let my gentle touch inspire you.

Now it is too late.

I barely knew you.
You were there,
and you weren't,
and I felt I could see right through you.

I will miss you.