http://artpad.art.com/?kchmzcq8blo It was a short journey, Carried in his arms. Out from the kitchen where we found you Deep in your last untroubled sleep Into the sunlit garden where we laid you By the lavender and hollyhocks Beside the cherry tree.
And we remember still the waving tail The wide green eyes that lost their glowing fire The assertive voice that dwindled to weary silence And the heart of such high courage And valiant spirit that bore you out into the dark Where now you hunt mice and bats and voles Beneath an ever-waxing moon
Somebody's cat went missing last night, Somebody's cat had a terrible fright, Somebody's cat was very brave, So many kind people his life tried to save.
No-one's name hung from his collar last night, Just a strip of tape for reflecting the light, but a small bit of tape can in no way compete, with so many cars and a busy town street.
Just a number to call would have meant, instead of kind strangers, she would have held his head, I wonder if she's sorry she let her cat roam, when he could have been safe within his own home.
The morning sun would have warmed his soft fur, as he sat on her lap to wash and to purr. Somebody's cat gave death quite a fright, when somebody's cat died last night
