There's a little cat ghost that's been haunting my dreams,
he looks like my Snowy but he's not what he seems,
He's got spots of black, tan, and gray, though he's mostly white,
and each time I seem him is always a delight,
For I think he's my Snowy and I think he's come home,
even after all these years, I hope that somewhere he still roams,
"He's just lost," I say and I know he'll come back,
Even though I know the truth must be much more black,
But in dreams I find him, he comes to the door,
I cry tears of joy and welcome him home once more,
But I always awake to find it not true,
And try to defend against what those dreams do,
"Next time," I say, "I'll not believe that it's real,"
But the next time I see him I pinch myself and feel,
So I am sure it is him and we play on the lawn,
Then morning comes and my kitty is gone,
"Feeling proves nothing, next time I won't believe,
So I'll deny that I see him until dreamland I leave,"
But I see him again and ask my best friend,
"Do you see him or am I just dreaming again?"
She says she sees him and I know she doesn't lie,
So I'm trapped again in my nightmare no matter how hard I try,
The dreams are always beautiful and filled with such love,
The tragedy is what I wake into not what I waken out of,
Bereft of my first pet, longest lived, so much adored,
My heart feels as though its been cleft with a sword,
They say in dreams you can't read words or time, or switch off a light,
But I have since tried all these "solutions" and none of them are right,
I would looked at the clock, turn a light on, read from a book
And finally believe Snowy was home, and my doubts I forsook,
Only to be crushed the next day by awaking,
and finding him missing I would cry until I was shaking,
I tried it all but then one night I had a vision horrid,
When I picked up Snowy to kiss him, his face was pallid,
he was decaying and maggot ridden, I dropped him in terror,
But then he sprung to life, healthy, and I curse my error,
A lady of light behind me said, "You've lost him now forever,
You do not want him as he is really, so you must see him now never,"
She took him in her bright arms where he sat lively and clean,
I pleaded with her, not heeding the message, and thinking her terribly mean,
I said I would take him as he was before but she said that could not be,
She told me to say my goodbyes, then turned and took my Snowy from me,
Through a door of light they passed, which I could not go through,
but since that evening I have known what it is that I must do,
When I dream at night I don't worry if it's a trick or if it's real,
my mind and my heart are there and Snowy is with me still,
So I found peace in dreams where the dead can walk,
where our worlds meet so we can all play, celebrate, and talk,
So when in dreamland I hear the echo of little cat paws on the lawn,
I say to myself, "For the rest of my life, haunt on Little Cat Ghost, haunt on."