We will watch the saffron  by moonlight
and think of our dearly departed cat
as we stroll the lane
Each morning a daffodil
in God's sunny country
Proclaiming the poetry
of our feelings longevity.

Gentle whispers traveling in the wind, singing the same song
Fears fading into dust and time is fleeting
Tears are being wiped away and the pain still remains
Trying to patch up old wounds, she cries throughout the night
Wiping her eyes she sheds more tears from deeper emotions
Eyes red from wiping, she can finally rest in peace
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