Enchmop Expires

• Azhar Noor, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2014

As I strolled out the door,
The gelid winds whispered on my skin,
Caught sight of something shivering by the bush,
Don’t know if I should bring it in.

I noticed its endearing little eyes,
As it gleamed like pearls and gems,
Its creamy fur was long and extended,
I had to accomplish more than glance.

It was a kitten-a heart warmer,
Picked him up and he rested on my arms,
Although he nibbled on my fingers,
Nevertheless, he was introverted and calm.

I brought him into the house,
And placed him on the bench top
I nourished him meat and a dish of fish,
And christen him Enchmop.

I observed him mature,
We were happily ever after,
He offered me delectation,
I shared with him my laughter.

Every night, before I sleep,
He snuggles up beside me,
Despite his fur-continuously shedding,
I felt his love and warmth inside me.

Now, Mop has aged and fell sick,
Like an ill person, he contradicts consumption,
Bothered, he’ll be gone so quick,
Anxious-that this is death’s introduction.

Yet again, I persevered feeding him,
Unfortunately, his life had been hired,
Hired by those of life after Earth,
Enchmop’s life had been expired.