Special Angels
Not all God's angels
wear
feathery white wings.
Sometimes
they are little black,
furry things.
They are always waiting
for strokes
with
a yearn.
But unqualified love
is what we get
in
return.
Warm, cuddly kisses
a nudge on
a
nose
Our constant companions
wherever
we
go.
Through thick and
through thin, they
weather
our storm,
In the sadness of times
it's their love
keeps
us warm.
God's little angels
come in many
kinds
of disguise
For humans to see
and open
their
eyes.
Fate has a destiny,
a time and
a
place.
Here, then they're
gone.....with
whiskery
face.
I like to think
there's a cat heaven
For angels like these,
mission accomplished,
with love,
they
have pleased.
Kay Ekwall©1999 |
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