The angel of death stopped by today.
Swept through the house, took only one away.
Not a sister, not a brother.
Neither my father nor my mother,
but the first on all fours, was the first to go under.
"Go tiger", "Leave", "Go else where", "Go play".
I take it all back, please come back and stay.
Hidden sickness is a killer, of that which we did not know.
But only one of you left, the other left alone.
Almost two years old if the angel left you to stay,
but I'm left with this shovel, preparing your kitty grave.