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
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2011
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