Eevee's Cradle Song
You beckon me at midnight's toll,
Through scratches at my wooden door;
With gentle whimpers, I console,
While you, my Eevee, wanting more.
The San Juan night looms dark and deep,
Your black and white fur catching light;
Since lockdown's day I vowed to keep
You safe through every lonely night.
The midnight hour creeps to three,
My weary eyes grow heavy now;
Yet as you curl up next to me,
Your aspin heart seals my sweet vow.
Despite my pillow's tempting call,
I rock you gently back to rest;
From streets of fear to my small hall—
A home where you'll be heaven-blessed.
Tonight you're still adjusting here,
Far from streets you used to roam;
Yet know that I am always near,
In this pandemic place called home.
And if there comes that distant day
When fate shall draw us far apart,
Though walls of stone marked out my sway,
You'll always have my gentle heart.
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Copyright © Dranreb Carbungco | Year Posted 2024
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