The little cat was getting on.
\nin human terms some say
\nShe was passed a hundred and twenty years
\nLong time ago and away
\nOn the furthest county
\nOn a farm where she did play
\nAnd now she was findings her footing
\nA calico of gold
\nOf brown of white
\nSoft furry light
\nWith an ability to hold
\nOnTo herself through illness
\nAnd an Observation of time
\nShe varied her diet and Quantity
\nSo worthy of a rhyme<\/p>\n
A vet had said her heart valves Were leaking and that she
\nWas already old and worn out
\nWith a laser we could see
\nHow exhausted she was actually
\nOff her food as well
\nShe needed some good light treatment
\nSomething to light her bell<\/p>\n
And so she took the lessons
\nThe light the vibratory cure
\nTook on board the higher grade
\nAnd it was so pure
\nLots of rest and the best light food
\nAnd in the passing of hours
\nShe laid her head on something soft
\nWith all its herbal powers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading