Sweetie

The little cat was getting on.
in human terms some say
She was passed a hundred and twenty years
Long time ago and away
On the furthest county
On a farm where she did play
And now she was findings her footing
A calico of gold
Of brown of white
Soft furry light
With an ability to hold
OnTo herself through illness
And an Observation of time
She varied her diet and Quantity
So worthy of a rhyme

A vet had said her heart valves Were leaking and that she
Was already old and worn out
With a laser we could see
How exhausted she was actually
Off her food as well
She needed some good light treatment
Something to light her bell

And so she took the lessons
The light the vibratory cure
Took on board the higher grade
And it was so pure
Lots of rest and the best light food
And in the passing of hours
She laid her head on something soft
With all its herbal powers.