Narby Not of Narberth
(though his human mother once lived nearby)
Narby’s gone
I’m sorry
And I’m sad
He was a foundling from the beach
Community of the Outer Banks
He lived for many years, cat-wise
He was the definition of
A scaredy-cat
New people in the room caused him
Not to be there, anymore
He had a strident yell,
Maybe so that he could cross distances
Telling his human family
Hey, I’m in this part of the house
Come take care of me
He was blackish and small
He had an older brother from the beach
A year before
This cat was more a dog
He loved to eat food
For cat or people
Probably for dog
He was huge and round and gray
I figure that
The two cats had the
Jack Sprat and his wife thing going,
Though they were boys
Narby received a yurt one year
That’s what it was called
(it was for cats)
He liked to live in it
I think imagining
He was on the roof of the world
In Nepal, that is
Wishing everyone away
Except when he was hungry
In recent days, he had declined
And today I got the phone call
He was not my cat,
But I will miss him
Sometimes I cared for him
Sometimes he almost sat
Upon my lap
He had a quiet purr
Sometimes invoked,
Which also quieted the
Catly rebel yell
As I say for all I know
Departed
Narby, welcome home
C L Couch
Photo by Bekky Bekks on Unsplash
long live the life street art cat
clcouch123 
June 11, 2020 at 7:43 pm
Narby the beach cat has gone back to the eternal wave. Another little hole that can’t be filled.
June 12, 2020 at 4:15 am
Yes, I spoke with the human dad who said he didn’t expect the whole house to feel so different now. But at the moment there are no pets, and for decades they have been there.
June 12, 2020 at 7:45 am
A friend of mine is in that position. She says for the first time ever she has no dogs, which is technically true as she has just adopted a dog, so she only has one…