BENEATH THE FLOWERING TREES (To Puff with Love) Lie down and rest now, my old friend, Beneath a flowering tree, As distant highland pipers play A fitting dirge for thee. For twenty years you've been a part Of all I've loved and know, And now the vital spark of life from your dark eyes has flown. No more you'll call in dark of night, No more I'll hold you near. So rest in peace, my little one, And, though I shed a tear, I'll laugh as I remember days Of softness, love and play. Alive you'll be in memories Though 'neath the flowers you lay.
Reason for writing:
My cat of twenty years.. a sweet creature... now buried beneath the bouganvilla in my back yard.
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