I'll leave myself

in the paws of the cats

They won't ever do me any harm

My age is over-powering

at life's cul-de-sac,

survival brimming with numbers

but I have the blessings of the cats

My knee caps hurt today,

at this open-ended slab of life,

but the cats jump about

in their feverish attempts

to pry open all the closed circuits

of my spells & incantations

The war lords

are using up all their first & last strengths

to tear down towns

and bury anybody's love in hate,

but the cats smile with their whole bodies

when they fly about The Big Ship of Dreams

as December

at 66°1'8''N / 21°59'14''E

pulls the Polar Circle Curtain,

Moony, Starry & Aurora Borealisy

I'm knocking on Heaven's Door,

but the cats quiver their whiskers,

meow at me

and come tripping up under my face

across my chest

where I lie on my back,

to escort me out of existence

in due course

Yes, I leave myself

in the paws of Cesi & Silver,

already dressed in furs

suiting the funeral procession,

their tails rising to the occasion