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