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It is near Dawn and kittahs are called to the caveafter one last dance
Having watched the dancers, All notice pre-dawn has arrived.
The local kine Kittahs have one last special song of their own they wish to add. They situate ukelelies and drums and a medium sized male kitty takes center stage. Two others take to the sides, nose booping or cheek rubbing their new friends as the song envelops them all. Time There's always too little of it, And it slips away so fast. Sometimes it's all we have, And no way to make it last. We never know how much there is, Or how long before it's gone; We know that we have no more, We cannot carry on. We count its passing carefully, As if its length we knew, In years and months, weeks and days, To mention but a few. I spend a lot of it loving, Caring, sharing and such; And give it to my dearest friends, Those I love so much. And when it's gone, we wonder Just exactly where it went. I've no idea, but I know Mine must have been well spent. {Copyright 1993, C. Keith Haugen} Kittahs and doggies smile at one another then slowly filter to the cave. Elders are helped by youngers. Families with deaf ones follow Cash who goes to the left of the podium. THere is a little rustling as guests seat them selves and watch the entrance. -- |
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It is near Dawn and kittahs are called to the caveafter one last dance
"cshenk" wrote in message ... Having watched the dancers, All notice pre-dawn has arrived. The local kine Kittahs have one last special song of their own they wish to add. They situate ukelelies and drums and a medium sized male kitty takes center stage. Two others take to the sides, nose booping or cheek rubbing their new friends as the song envelops them all. Time There's always too little of it, And it slips away so fast. Sometimes it's all we have, And no way to make it last. We never know how much there is, Or how long before it's gone; We know that we have no more, We cannot carry on. We count its passing carefully, As if its length we knew, In years and months, weeks and days, To mention but a few. I spend a lot of it loving, Caring, sharing and such; And give it to my dearest friends, Those I love so much. And when it's gone, we wonder Just exactly where it went. I've no idea, but I know Mine must have been well spent. {Copyright 1993, C. Keith Haugen} Kittahs and doggies smile at one another then slowly filter to the cave. Elders are helped by youngers. Families with deaf ones follow Cash who goes to the left of the podium. THere is a little rustling as guests seat them selves and watch the entrance. Dat pome iz uh keepurr, bowff fur aminalz an hoominz, wiff da (c) credit, ofkorze. Pit2nya |
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