Traces

Different floofs leave these places

with bits of fur and other traces

bite marks, claw scratches,

round dimples in furniture

where they made their beds

their scents fade

and the signs disappear

but we remember these floofs

which we hold so dear

Final Words

The dyin’ man

in the dyin’ land

said with his dyin’ breath,

“Life is not a fantasy,

it’s always been a test.

“I’ve done some harm,

caused some alarm,

and failed more than one person.

“I had some dreams,

and made some schemes,

but never found my purpose.

“But now I lay me down to sleep, 

I’m about to close my eyes,

say what you will ’bout me,

I don’t care, I died.”

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