JONESY WAS A CAT WHO WORE STRANGE COLOURS

I see how you pose in slow motion
A click
A flicker
I’ve trapped you poise in a moment of time
You won’t get withered over the passing of time
You won’t grow weak and old
As time unfolds

You move as sturdy as sturdy can be
You lift your top up gently
I can see far into your eyes
Deep trenched, blue
a dash of blight