mucho loved to be with people
he sat on the very soft
maroon, mohair couch
next to winfield's magic hand
which became almost
automatic with just
the right stroke.
he could stay there
forever
hoping it would never
stop
a perfect feline heaven
he listened to every
person read their favorite
author
felt the rhythm of
someone's new shining
poem
laughing when everyone
else laughed
you almost expected
him to light up his
favorite cigar
and pour a dark beer
he was a perfect guest
i can still hear
his powerful purrr