i watched him take a step
back down to the dry food and miss
the top stair with both paws
he fell and my baby rolled
one,
two, three, four,
five, six, times
hit the wall
he wanted to make sure
mama knew he was alright
he was strong enough to make it
so he got up
and tumbled down to the ground floor,
crashed into the shoe rack
he never wanted to see me cry.
i should have dove after him,
grabbed him in midair like an action hero
let my back crack instead of his
he went, two paws first
always so very careful.
two paws first,
he always wanted to be the most cautious cat
on the block
terrified to fall,
bloodcurdling when he did
he died in a house that loved him,
he built his community with nothing
but his soft meow.
i’ll never know a living creature who knew me
the way he did
two kids, survived two abusive households,
except my baby didn’t make it the way
his mama did
he didn’t make it. covid and neglect killed him
he left me alone.
he left me, all alone.
there’s no poem here, not really,
babu never needed to be hidden
by a metaphor
i fell in love the moment i saw him
i fell in love the moment i smelled his sweet breath
kicking his rabbit feet, trying to escape
his little collar,
the teal one with yellow ducklings on it
today,
everyone i know must be holding their
cats, dogs, whatever pets
close.
but my baby,
my baby,
the love of my life,
the greatest loss of my life,
my babu,
my jaan,
he’s the reason they’re all so nervous
still, my babu is dead.
he is dead
dead
dead
dead
dead
dead.
d
e
a
d
(and gone)
you know,
i’m half convinced he is sleeping upstairs
hoping we’ll forget to bathe him
or cut his nails
and i simply forgot.
allah hafiz, beautiful
i don’t care what anyone tells me
you are my son
and you deserve your janazah,
my dear.
you deserve your janazah,
dear
(inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.)
he reminded me of you so much, loving him felt so familiar
🫂🫂