An old cat's tale

poem/story told from the point of view of an old cat who....SPOILERS

 Across that carpet I used to go a run.

 I remember those days.

  So shiny and bright I was.

  Petted by all I miss.

  Frolicking and playful I ran all day across bays of fabric, I did not delay.

  Time kept rolling on.

  With every pounce, every roll of my yarn, every stroke her hand took on my fur.

  Why my tail twitched so high in the air no more I wonder.

  Now I know.  I lay in the aura of dust a foot away from my bowl.

  Every day growing a spec closer to it.

  Walking by, still in curiosity and innocence a kitten stood nearby.

  I sat frowning eternally.

  Only my eyes moved ever so lethargically where the kitten’s own scanned wildly full of wonder and energy.

  My food next to my territory.

  A corner of the kitchen for my merry.

  I sat watching the children run by, the kittens play, my oh my.

  Whilst the kitten’s grow and watch me die.

  In my own gluttony eternally here I will lay, here i lie.