Rocky
Rocky
What I would not do to see,
your little eyes next to me.
Your soft body, in my embrace,
your little ear in my face.
The special way you had to say,
that you were hungry or wanted to play.
Or when you waked me up at night,
because of a moving light.
When I moved on that day,
took you with me to stay.
But the place where you lived,
was much bigger, than the one I could give.
I searched for you a home to stay,
much bigger, with a second cat to play.
Came to visit you and saw,
that you were happy, you were loved.
On one morning, they called me,
your new family, with sad news indeed.
A car hit you when you played,
with your new cat friend . . . .
that summer day.
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| Auteur: Dylirium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 januari 2006 | ||
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