My thanks must go to Gillian of Paper Puff for the idea for the name of what is becoming a regular ‘spot’ on my blog… if you pardon the pun!
The black night of my soul is drawing in,
As thick as blood and bitter as sin.
Bones are aching, teeth are grinding,
Passion dead, hatred binding.
Lost am I: lost in the pit
How can I be when I do not fit?
Torn to pieces, shredded and bare
How can I live when I do not care?
Reaching out, I touch your fur,
Feel your paw, hear your purr.
How could I forget that you were there?
My little cat, full of love and care.