Autumn Calls
 
 

 

This poem is about a beloved hooded pet rat who was loved dearly by many who met her.

Autumn Calls: Dedicated to “Oreo”

 

Prolonging Death is hardly kind

When all is lost but for the mind

If you had been there to suffer long

You’d see that Medicine is truly wrong

The eyes of Love beg let me go

My dress fades glorious as you know

Cry but a moment then sigh relief

For I am free

                     the autumn leaf.

                                                 I spiral down

The breeze my friend

Back to the earth to rise again

I’ll be the robin, the sun and tree

The season claims my Destiny

This captive Soul may you release

Your understanding brings me Peace.

 

   Ciera S. Louise c. August 22, 2005

 

 

 



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