The little gold cat
Gold ball of fur just lying there,
Shining softly in my headlights' glare.
Left on the road. All alone she died.
Someone's loved pet, Oh, let's help her, I cried.
If my own dear cat lay here, I know
l'd bless the soul that would this kindness show.
Accidents happen; they always will.
Now four white mitten paws lay silent, still.
Cars whizzed by. I didn't care.
I cradled her and breathed a prayer
Dear God, please have a home for her up there.
Now, there's a small wooden cross in my garden
Where pretty flowers bloom and grow.
And, every time I look out on it, I know
The little gold cat with four white mitten paws
Is happily now playing on Heavenly shores