I had given up hope that my cat would return.
ODE TO OZZIE
That's the way it's meant to be
you and me
and the silver moon
and open doors with scents galore
That's the way it's meant to be.
You left me for wooded fields
and starry nights of winter chill
to roam the verdant virgin hills.
Bed you down safe and sound
gather round angels
to bring you home
and keep you bound in peace.
No longer by my side,
you padded off with Nature's guide
to wooded fields
and verdant hills,
for that's the way it's meant to be.