Classic Poem

Unless that kitty shines again in heaven
She is forever lost.
It is in vain you dart around each corner:
You seek a ghost.

Oh, you may stand, eyes shining, one paw lifted.
Tense to the ultimate hair.
Your expectation is but effort wasted:
She is not there.

A shadow you may move, your tail just wagging,
Scenting each breeze,
But she is less than shadow and her spirit
Haunts not our trees.

Never again shall I (I fear) behold her
In mimic flight,
Gold as the sun, with you pursuing after
As day flees night.