May 2013
Part I
No can opener runs to hurry kittens to their meal
No more broken hearts to heal
They shall ne'er again pounce on a mouse
Or climb upon the roof on top of the house
No more kittens shall again sing
No more shall the macaws fly upon their colourful wings
No more shall they sing and cry
For they all here did die
Vines and bushes twist around the house
From inside there's the sound of a mouse
They bit what paper was there
Dust and cobwebs cover that chair
The vase that was once full of flowers now lies shattered
The stained curtains at the windows are tattered
The piano keys will never play those hymns again
Silence. . . And the wind
~Marian~
No can opener runs to hurry kittens to their meal
No more broken hearts to heal
They shall ne'er again pounce on a mouse
Or climb upon the roof on top of the house
No more kittens shall again sing
No more shall the macaws fly upon their colourful wings
No more shall they sing and cry
For they all here did die
Vines and bushes twist around the house
From inside there's the sound of a mouse
They bit what paper was there
Dust and cobwebs cover that chair
The vase that was once full of flowers now lies shattered
The stained curtains at the windows are tattered
The piano keys will never play those hymns again
Silence. . . And the wind
~Marian~
