| Death of a Cat |
| I'm not gone...not really. I haven't gone away...I've only gotten bigger. My eyes, so bright, now shine among the stars. My voice sings with the wind in winter, as I leap And dance among the tree tops. I stalk the blown leaves in autumn, and brush the Flowers gently in the spring. I come to you in dreaming, on feet grown dreamtime soft, And lay my cheek against yours, and whisper: "Peace be with you." Someday we will play again together, you and I, among the stars. 'Til then, fear not to love, for your love gave my life meaning. And I return that love to you...a hundredfold...a thousandfold... Forever. |
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