by GW Michaels

Created on: August 23, 2009

Nature's way

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Furry face, a cotton ball with legs

A big love held in such a small space.

A kitten born smallest of nine

Could melt a heart of stone in just a little time.

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Furry face, struggling to get some milk.

Never quitting, a young lion's will.

You cried-out so loud with your little peep.

Mother licked your head, to your feet.

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Furry face, you played on the window ceil,

Swatting the shade string, oh, what a thrill.

You grew-up so fast, careless and free.

Eyes of diamonds in an emerald sea.

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Furry face, you ran out the door.

I thought I'd never see you once more.

I heard a meow at a quarter past three.

You said hello, now where's the feed.

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Furry face, wake up you pest.

I guess today you really need your rest.

I came home from work and you were still in bed.

I said wake up again but you were dead.

He must have eaten a poisoned mouse, the Vet said.

But Furry face was gone, so I laid him to rest.

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The string on the widow shade, swings in a lonely breeze.

Capturing memories of Furry face and the laughter was free.

A neighbor came to my door one day and said

I heard you lost a kitten, I'm sorry, he's dead.

I remember seeing your cat on the widow ceil.

This one reminds me of him. he's only nine weeks old, but still.

One look into his diamond eyes immersed in an emerald sea.

Furry face Junior was looking back at me.

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Furry face Jr. is playing on the window ceil,

Swatting the shade string, oh, what a thrill.

Sometimes swallowing Nature's way, is such a hard pill.

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