Rain streams down this autumn’s dawn,
Propelling leaves in spiral swirls,
that mimic Maizee’s sad
decline and final breath.
For tomorrow last she’ll be;
fuzzy fur and physically,
no more here but
in my heart eternally.
Beyond Life's Gateway
Rain streams down this autumn’s dawn,
Propelling leaves in spiral swirls,
that mimic Maizee’s sad
decline and final breath.
For tomorrow last she’ll be;
fuzzy fur and physically,
no more here but
in my heart eternally.