The 2nd Day of The Passing: The Grieving

Little fairy feet of four
Will dance around my path no more.

Little velvet paws of two
Shall catch butterflies for neither me nor you.

Little brown nose wet and small,
Will not peek out from behind the wall.

Little brown ears sharp like a fox's,
Will not poke out from my shoe boxes.

Little blue eyes so mischievous and bright,
Will not peer out from the dark of night.

Little pink tongue rough yet delicate,
Will not scrub my cheeks nor lick my plate.

Little whiskers so elegant and white,
Will not tickle my feet tonight.

Little these and little those,
All have gone where the wind blows.

Little these and little those,
Are never coming back, I suppose.