Death, The Styx, And The Cat

I sat down

by the river Styx

the wrongs in my life

I'm desperate to fix.

As I wait

for Death to show

along the bank

a cat walks slow.

I watch as

he passes Death

while I can feel

my last breath.

I wonder why

Death paid no heed

to the wandering cat

He left freed.

Then I recall

before I'm done

The cat has nine lives

and I only one.