She lay by the roadside quiet and lifeless
Walking away after a meal into the wilderness;
Her time has come to an end
Reality still to wade my heart’s bend…
The stray little kitty
Who made me witty,
My mind pictures her in my camera click
And I prefer to see her live and blink.
We are different and so are our fates
Yet care transpired to affection and long waits.
In a moment she has become my past
But memories of her short beautiful life will last.
Wonder if I shall miss her to eternity?
And awareness reminds “it’s destiny”.
Variety is the Spice of Life 