Kaycee
On this hilltop where the wind gently blows
its soft kisses sweetened with the warm sun
The light chases the shadows between the branches
of these two strong trees where I lay you to rest

A fine boulder lays beside your spot here in these woods
It will serve well for me to sit beside you on my visits
No time will pass that I shall come to forget my little one
She who stole away my heart with tiny paws and quiet meows

© Zawacki 2006
for our little Kaycee