Pamela Pauley-Perreault



Have you ever had a pet (in this case a cat) that you have lost and yet sometimes you can still feel its presence? This poem was written for a special friend who described being in her back yard, looking at her flowers, and actually seeing the butterflies that "Kitty" used to play with, and literally feeling Kitty's presence. I personally know the feeling having lost a dog (Rocky) after 12-1/2 years and a cat (Casey) after 9 years.
This one is for Elizabeth.












BUTTERFLIES FROM HEAVEN 

While gazing toward the sky at dusk,
Colors hazed with pinks and gray,
A host of wispy butterflies
A dance before me played.

They dip and sway and form for me
A face of Kitty, sweet and pure,
Oh how she loved to bat and play,
Her paws were quick, their flight though sure.

In memory now, a misty tear
Upon my face does softly drift.
Her presence round me glows so bright,
Her butterflies, my spirit lift.

In quiet thought and now at peace,
I watch the butterflies in flight,
Remembering Kitty snuggled close,
Her spirit here as falls the night.


Pamela Pauley-Perreault
©1997






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