Smokey by George & Maryann / Mumma Beth

Many a night, the late stroll out,
the door opens, beware,
the grey flash is about.
Beware young bunnies, little mice,
baby birds, for the hunter has come out.
He’s sleek, and handsome
with an innocent face,
but don’t let that fool you,
he’s all about grace.
When the hunting is over and
the door lets him in,
he becomes a
young kitten all over again.
He climbs curtains in a single bound,
claws at furniture, and
slinks around.
He likes to follow the sun patches
in the house best of all,
and he lives to
torment the ones down the hall.
He likes pizza and pork strips,
or anything on a plate.
He turned out to be a special,
and loving little mate.
He likes burying his nose
in a bowl full of cereal
when no one is around,
lest they turn the corner,
then his sneaky days
are over….they think.
His days on earth are over now,
and to him, I gently bow,
no other can take his place.
He made us laugh, he made us cry,
he made us yell, he made us sigh.
He will always have a piece of my heart,
good-bye my little friend.
I’ll never forget you.

 

With Love,