Once I had a little kitt’n
Here is now where he isn’
His tail and paws were white as snow
That was many years ago
He was ‘bout as good as cats can go,
I know –
The last cat he was,
I’ll not live with another or more
I’ve had my cats, and that was before
My time got short and my heart grew sore
And I’ve started to think I can’t take one more
And that there could never be
A last cat
Quite like the last cat was he.
The morning fog obscuring the branches
Of the trees and
Filtering the early morning sunlight.
The far hillside, covered with majestic fir trees,
Rendered to shadowy forms.
The sky white with dawn evolves
In minutes, cloud shapes appearing.
Nearby branches reach out,
Twigs teared by the night’s rain.
The river flows full to its banks
As if impatient to get to the sea.
Some other stuff for later,
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