Bridging the worlds

Merlin

A cat with a spiritual mission

We had a cat Merlin And he was an empath, Always in charge of a lost cat.

One day he ran away. A year later, We received a phone call From the person in charge Of a young workers’ hostel: Merlin had been killed by a car.

They had looked at the tattoo In his ear and saw his I.D. Merlin had been with them for a year.

The miracle is, those young workers Hunted cats or any animal But Merlin changed their view. One of them came to meet me You are the cat’s master? This cat was a very special one. He had them adopted A little lost pussy, he raised. And now that pussy is their mascot.

Exactly what he had done For our current pussy, Praline Who was lost, hungry and wild, whom he invited into our garden.

This poem is an answer to this article by John C Davies : Cats Are Great Teachers