Tribute to Whiskers
There's a saying in the Chinese books
A leopard dies and leaves its spots
A man dies and endorses his hot looks
Perhaps it's mean to be that you take the odds...
Let is be that you were only a black cat
But in heaven you're probably the most beloved
Be it your gentle hisses that never matched
Or naughty claws that made things scatter
No, it wasn't your fault that a wheel had to run you over
Neither was it the wheel's purpose for making you suffer
What is left to say is that all this is a accidental cover
To once again feel the lost for the true loving owner...
-written for Hong's black cat in heaven-
A leopard dies and leaves its spots
A man dies and endorses his hot looks
Perhaps it's mean to be that you take the odds...
Let is be that you were only a black cat
But in heaven you're probably the most beloved
Be it your gentle hisses that never matched
Or naughty claws that made things scatter
No, it wasn't your fault that a wheel had to run you over
Neither was it the wheel's purpose for making you suffer
What is left to say is that all this is a accidental cover
To once again feel the lost for the true loving owner...
-written for Hong's black cat in heaven-