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Monday, August 08, 2005

Carrots

DATE: 23 JANUARY 2000
DAY: SUNDAY
TIME: 7.14pm


Bright buttons blue!
Bright buttons two!
Whiskers white,
So long and light,
Brush! Brush! Brush!

Paddy paws pink!
Paddy paws pink!
Pounce, prance,
Leap, dance,
Tap! Tap! Tap!

Watch her play
Catch-invisible-prey,
Hide-and-seek
And jump-at-feet,
Chase-around
And roll-on-the-ground,
Peek-a-boo
And bite-your-toes, too!

Oh! What a delight!
Is this crazy creature of the night!
Filled with fun like a carnival fair,
Rollicking and frolicking, she gives not a care
To anything else but pleasure;
My beloved bundle of fur,
How I love to hear her purr,
Rrrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrrrrr.




DATE: 8 AUGUST 2005

DAY: MONDAY
TIME: 10.32am


Those bright little eyes darkened
When she made her final leap to Heaven,
Leaving me behind to hurt and grieve,
Soaking my tears with a dirty sleeve.
I watched her play
Motionless-and-stay,
Cry-three-times and rest-the-bones,
Lie-down-now and turn-to-stone.

She suffered! Oh how she suffered!
All broken, still breathing, all battered!
Lie still! Lie still!
Let Death sway her will!
The pain is gone,
She has moved on,
My beloved bundle of fur,
How I long to hear her purr.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

sorry to hear babe *hugs*

11:23 pm, August 08, 2005

 

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