KARMA

 

You were born in an old DeLorean

Found you on the free-kitten plan

So sad from your short life span

At your funeral we dirged with a tympan

 

Would you have been strong born on terra firma

Or if you were not named Karma

Beautiful cat and a charmer

Will there be liberation from your samsara

 

You loved eating cream of wheat

But you weren’t always sweet

Hoarding milk bottle caps as a treat

Purring a song your conceit

 

Your sister Toonces lived to age eighteen

Much stronger DNA genes

On summer mornings I see you eating greens

Gone thirty years, like a dream

 

Always thinking of you, Dear Karma…

 

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGES: DeLorean car (Wiki Commons)/Karma & Toonces