FARHA

Farha was a beauty queen
With regal robes of molten gold
And delicate dapples of woolly white.
Her clear blue eyes a seat of wonder
Sleek and slim and swift in stride
She moved around with fluid grace
Stealing from all a second glance.
Her mother was no rare beauty
Her father was no noble
But she of course was royal
And royally did live.

She had the softest bed
She ate the richest food
And never left her palace
To mingle with the mean.
She knew the key to every heart
And entered without knocking
Young and old all fell for her
There was magic in her charm.
She made dull hours shorter
And joys linger longer
Even in her mischief
There was a winning way.

The gods must have been jealous
Of the lovely little life.
She was still so young and blooming
When they took her away from us.
In a coffin small and soft
We put her little body
To sleep alone in her dark abode
And left the tomb with tears unshed.
The glowing gold and soft white clouds
Of the eastern sky at sunset
Wakes Farha up from memory’s corner
The dearest kitten we ever had!
For Thankam 1989