Requiem for a tomcat
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| Wim de Vries - 1923-1994 photo Internet |
I still think often of
the neighbours' cat.
They called him Lazarus
because
he was constantly being
stoned by
fanatic pigeon
fanciers.
It was the best sort of
tomcat,
going out at night and
humping what he could
hump, coming
home in the morning
with torn ears
he then slept the whole
day and went
out again in the
evening.
A great cat, still
absolutely natural. A
real bloke you might
say.
He had already turned
twenty when he died.
The vet gave him a jab
because
he soiled himself.
I still remember that I
cried when he
was buried in the
garden.
That day I wrote, young
as I
was, the first epitaph
in
my life.
A simple little plank
whereupon was written
Here lies Lazarus, the
terror of
pigeon flyer and
sparrow
May he rest in peace.
Original title: Requiem voor een kater - From the collection: Zwaarbewolkt, enkele opklaringen - 1980 - Rotterdamse Kunststichting
Original title: Requiem voor een kater - From the collection: Zwaarbewolkt, enkele opklaringen - 1980 - Rotterdamse Kunststichting
