They still have yet to learn
That autumn brings a bitter chill,
Their perky green to spurn.
You left us far too soon, dear cat --
We thought you would grow old.
September sun warms broken hearts
And turns the mountains gold.
RIP, Biscuit Cat.
Please stay away from foxes in heaven.
Also...
Happy Birthday Three!!
I thought you might like this.
It's a little long, but now that you're old, maybe you can handle it. Plus it helps kids. And stuff like that....
