The silhouette of every unforgivable night.
A cat that sits watch, chasing bad dreams, unknowing of their dark intentions.
Now I sit, wishing the starry evening away.
Without him beside my side, wishing me good night.
Comfort forever wonders where you have gone.
The purrs are like the lullabye of my nights telling me good, good, goodnight.
The cat is the apparition of the still house.
Your fur appears everywhere as the reminder of where you’ve been.
Might have moved on but your memories have stayed in the never moving heart of mine.
My arms held only the reminders of the times where he said goodnight.
The angels made his very being, the milky white they blessed.
And dyed his back ginger, with the blood of a loving heart.
He was a blanket of care the angels accidentally released into my being.
I’ll never release you from my soul unlike many others before you.
‘Good night, good, good, goodnight,’ he sang in goodbye and now sings this in his new home.
Author's note: I had a beautiful cat named Milo. He was my baby but my mom got rid of him. Milo would always sleep in my bed or would by begging for my attention. He was a cuddle bug. This is Milo.
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