In memory of my golden cat
who when attracted by a fools gold
drowned on his way to El Dorado
In memory of a household fly
who when seeking
the transparency of the universe
flew into my kitchen window
In memory of my reflection
which aged before my eyes
I still seek your likeness
In memory of a plain penguin
who became an emperor
but did not rule
I write no fifth obituary
as the number
is alive and well
All these obituaries have been written on rice paper. Please do not consume