Call me with a calm but assuring voice
Call me over to that side
I will have a choice
But will definitely come to your side
I will love the thought of leaving this noise
And staying right by your side
Thread follows the needle
Pestle goes with mortar
The dog goes with the hunter
Rain stays with the clouds
Until it is shed
This dog here
Who served with you for years
Is asking you to call on it
And it will run to your side
The many rats we hunted
The many uncaught antelopes we chased
The many quarrels we engaged in
Our feeling of watching our backs
Like the mouse fearing your kind
The many walks we took
Leaves nothing to be desired without you
Let this dog cross over to your side
Dearest cat.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
(Picture taken from the Morris Animal Inn’s blog.)
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