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Sunday, October 29, 2017

Your funeral; She will love me


The songs sung by crickets
As she cried in that dark morning
The songs sung by crickets
As she shook my mother frail body.

Art Credit: "Smokey ... Abstract Cat Art" by Amy Giacomelli

The crickets sang their usual song
As I sang along to their catchy beat
The crickets sang their usual song
Drowning the sobs of a lonely girl.

The song stops when dawn came
And my lady pulled her strength
The song stops when dawn came
My lady is now forever mine.

The silence before the rooster makes his call
I purred, rubbing my body against her leg
The silence before the rooster makes his call
My girl bends and stroke me sadly.

Faint orange accompanies the rooster song
My lady picked up my mother with her dried tears
Faint orange accompanies the rooster song
Goodbye mother, it's my turn.


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