It was a short journey,
Carried in his arms.
Out from the kitchen where we found you
Deep in your last untroubled sleep
Into the sunlit garden where we laid you
By the lavender and hollyhocks
Beside the cherry tree.
And we remember still the waving tail
The wide green eyes that lost their glowing fire
The assertive voice that dwindled to weary silence
And the heart of such high courage
And valiant spirit that bore you out into the dark
Where now you hunt mice and bats and voles
Beneath an ever-waxing moon.
