lusty elm
His white coat was soft and warm
A snowy day burying all the dirt
His white coat cultivated the stars
Bringing us joy from galaxies so far
He stretched on the dirty ground
Tainting his stainless silver armor
A white knight can't be dirty
Or maybe; it's his battles that are bloody
His dreamy eyes hold galaxies
Gently sewing them together
For a black hole almost emerged
And to his duty he was submerged
His tail had a soul of a cloud
As it tailed over his fluffy back
And covered the sun from his eyes
Whenever he'd look at his snowy trail
A starry soul on a gloomy night
Breathing warmth into my soul
As I take one last gaze
At the snow-man of a cat
And I say goodbye
To one of many more friends.
paper knoll
wicked hearth