I wrote this a few weeks ago after I lost my beloved cat.
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There’s a new mound of dirt in our little backyard
And on it grows a flower
And I sit by the mound in a little old chair
And watch it hour by hour
The petals are orange with little black specks
Reminding me of what I lost
And the sky turns black with little bright stars
And the flower wilts with frost
"A griever!" cries a bird in a little oak tree
And he sings me a sad lullaby
“A mourner,” sighs a mouse in a little old hole
And she leaves me alone to cry
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Mirror, Mirror: A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. ***I would like to clarify that not all of this is strictly me ranting, and a lot of it is just stuff I came up with and thought, "wow that sounds cool." If I didn't say it's vent, it's probably not :)
