The Little Heaven -- a poem of love for cats

The Little Heaven
I like to think there is a special place
Where, someday, every little cat will go;
A place where tender grass and catnip grow
And there are trees to climb, and open space
To frolic without fear when days are bright,
Sniffing the flowery fields with happy purr,
The sunshine warm upon their fragrant fur;
Playing at hide-and-seek till it is night,
And downy cushions call, and luscious fare
Will tempt a feline’s taste; then long, long naps,
Dreaming in sweet content of loving laps
And hands whose fond caresses say, “I care.”

(From The Herald Journal obituary of Barbara Helen Carlson, March 12, 2020)