Tuesday, August 25, 2009

My Cat

Oh i walked the pale meadows of yellow with her
i was gay and loved by the tears of distant clouds.
My spirits soared and the sky thundered
i lay upon the open fields,smiling all the way.

She caressed my leg
her whiskers tickling my gentle knee.
I chuckled and beamed in delight
Ah....ah...life was good,i mused.

She died a day later
my grief infinite.
I carried her limp body
to the graves of my fathers.

Now the sky is dark and my soul withered
i loved her greatly and now she has gone.
I may get a million felines
but i will never love another cat.