On the Death of the Simonize Cat

Wanting my garage, craving adoption,
I warned it away with my giant. 
"You could be trapped starving!".

But it was only smart enough to get in
and I not enough to save it.  Wanting a friend,
the little furry pretty kitty entertains now
the daughter of the worm.  The clean body
intimate with dust, curled up with a rag its mother
lays its cheek to the breast of the all-receiving earth.