My Shadow,
The way your fur blew in the wind,
the way you chased your tail.
The way you cuddled with me
when I was sad.
Your beauty was and still is almost blinding,
your fur was as as soft as silk and
your eyes were as dark as a midnight walk and
your heart was as tender as a newborn fawn.
I miss you, Shadow Phillips Scott =)
| Britt |