******Sing a song of sixpence....******
Upon the ledge she doth lay
The light on her ebon fur will play
Listening, watching, purring, stretching
Lazily watching the birds.
One fluid motion, slow and quick
Her white tipped tail will flick
Walking, stalking, pouncing, catching
Hunting her prey
Golden eyes scan their home
No further will she roam
Nuzzling, guarding, suckling, resting
A mother and her young.
Life begins and life ends
Like the river and time mend
Living, growing, loving, dying
Forever her soul will be.
