The Cat and the Crow

The Cat and the Crow

The cat and the crow,

Both friend and foe;

Sit idly by

While the cold winds blow

The cat ~ she is stealth,

cunning and wise;

The crow ~ he's so dignified

With pale blue eyes

She's truly his friend,

Though she'd never dare say;

But he cares not why,

As he bids her good day

He waits near the tree

Where beneath she does lie

Protecting her soul,

Should she ever die

This poem is in rememberance of my dear friend, "Blue" who helped brighten my days with his sweet soul. I know that he is still with us all in spirit ~ watching over us each and every day!

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