FELINE GHOSTS...     Feeling ghosts around me today   Shadows of cats I have known   Feline ghosts, I call them,   Cats who have made this their home.     Sometimes I feel the gentleness   Of soft fur nestled close in my arms   And it seems I can hear the soft purring   Of remembered kitty cat charms     I see them move through the shadows   Just a glimpse, then out of my sight   Sometimes it’s the white tail tipping   That I see in the dark of the night     The movements are quiet and fleeting   I see them at nighttime and day   Just figments of my imagination   Grayson, Annie, or Ollie at play.     They knew this house was their castle   They reigned in each room where they played   They slept when they wanted and ate all they could   Feline memories stay close, they don’t fade.     It’s autumn that I really miss them   When hickory nuts start to fall   I can see kitty faces so precious   In the windows that line up my wall     The hickory tree looks in the windows   As squirrels ...