Saddest Song

studlydoright111's webcam video June 25, 2011 15:16 PM Saddest Song

The dutiful cat patrols my yard,
Over her young she is standing guard;
By the high-pitched squeaks from the make-shift bed,
I know all is well from inside the shed.

But then no more noise from the newly born,
As the dutiful cat hasn't time to mourn;
No matter how sad, no matter how tough,
In her mouth she takes them all by the scruff

Of their neck as they go to their burial ground,
She ensures that her brood can never be found;
As she dutifully takes them one by one,
Until mother's work is finally done,

Except in the hour of pinkish sky,
From dark distance, the buttermilk cry;
She dutifully mourns them one by one,
So mother's work can never be done.

Would we the Grace to be like that,
And take our cue from the dutiful cat;
To bury the dead so silently proud,
And sing our dirge, but live out loud!

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