On the Mysterious Death of a Half-Grown Kitten

ON THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF A HALF- GROWN KITTEN He was so beautiful, young and strong I’d fed him just that day Interrupted his play Oh, he was hungry! Cannot believe he’s gone If he’d been sick – many days in a sorry way On his porch bed fated to stay His death – a blessing if quick Oh, God, let not his death been a violent one Not by poison, rock, or pellet gun I’d like to think God looked down and Found him good too good for Earth Too good to spill of blood I’d like to think some angels came to Earth And seeing such innocence gathered round Took his soul to some higher region To bless worthier folk the reason