The boggy ground I walk on is yours
The steps I climb on are yours
The leafy bushes in the yard are yours to hide in
The fairy lights twinkling at night are for your eyes
The evening breeze is for you to laze around in
Every corner behind the couches are your lairs
The birds tweeting are yours to prey on
The door I open at home misses your face welcoming me home
The house echoes of your expressive meows
Your rich furcoat of three colours has vanished and made the world so black and white
Every time I pat a cat I get a heavy gush of wind in my chest reminding me of you
That safe feeling in your purr I would run to after all the worlds stress
I miss you so much Pingoo and will continue too.