"My Cat" Not Without Poetry-Prompt #1-no narrative

Never pray or practice imbalanced ramifications,
simply contemplate living from an over-stuffed easy chair
with its worn out tapestry,
while in the mind rolling thoughts surge
like waves that break hard against jagged rocks …
to lose the last breath of life on uncontemplated
mad hysteria as if lying in a hospital bed with no sheets,
where giant stone walls surround from uninvited eyes …
bloodshot pools of madness
My tabby left the flower garden
strutting on little padded feet, all the
while grinning and whistling
a tune about better friends out in the world
Companions come and go, leaving their mark behind
like Indian tattoos burnt into the skin
A trip to a local pet shop would replace you
But will I ever feel completely satisfied? I will miss
your grinning and whistling when the garden is quiet