by Anne Lombardo Ardolino
His spirit dances in the hall,
It bounces like a ping pong ball,
I feel his presence everywhere,
Ollie's hairs still on the stairs,
His shadow lingers at my door,
His pawsteps echo from the floor,
His scratches on the welcome mat,
Yes, Ollie was a welcome cat.
1997 Anne Lombardo Ardolino