They will not go quietly,the cats who've shared our lives.In subtle ways they let us knowtheir spirits still survive.Old habits still make us think we hear a meow at the door,Or step back when we dropa tasty morsel on the floor.Our feet still go around the placethe food dish used to be,And, sometimes,coming home at night,we miss them terribly,And although time maybring new friendsand a new food dish to fill,That one place in our heartsbelongs to them.