Autumn Gold

I don't have many pictures of Autumn, aka Fuzzy. But
Here is a poem (not a great one)I wrote about him. I don't know when.
He vanished just after Katrina devastated New Orleans and I was still frantic for Jane who was trapped in her house with a phone line that friends and family could call in on, but she couldn't call out. Bad days, those were.

Scent Lessons

lavender boiling
ripped grocery bag yielding faint blue of hydrocarbon
fruit spilling orange, yellow, bruised, cheap
You, blonde, big Norwegian
once human
now lie on the flooring of old oak and poly (whatever that is)
watching with those greengold circles
me cleaning
your litter
stale male urine wafting, marking
your place
to you an alphabet of knowledge
the a b c's of cat