By: Reuben Paredes

How great thy painful heart, in my sorrow,
Art thou gone, the glimpse of my thine eyes,
Leaved in shadow of darkness, ‘til morrow,
Echoed in silence, the throb of my sigh,

To think a crime commit, with no conscience,
Who is someone carry, the guilt of shame,
Seeing a raspy and panting of breath,
O’er the body of an innocent kit,

Have laid no waste of time, flow in tears,
Of my heart stops for a second to still,
Looking the remains in seize of its life,
Felt the numb on my own knee, waits to kneel,

Thy plaintive view struck by the sight of death,
Heard the music of requiem for its dull,
No more goodness of sweet my little kitty,
No, thou loving poor ****! My own pet keen,

Who will now feed, thou food prepare for morn’
Who now nap on my feet and lick on it,
I haven’t come prepared for the gloomy,
Having no peace, candid’ for the restless,

Not a song of gladness will be enough,
For the debt of life, must be paid on death,
The sweet revenge shall ease the face of mourn’
May the sweet revenge shall take of my woe,

Oh, thee thy good lord from heaven above,
Forget, not the spirit of my **** thee,
Alas, Farewell! Dear innocent kitty,
Love of mine thee, give warmth of cold in grave.