Missy 2

Eyes of the most soft brown looked within and out
Fur of a red soft fall of plentiful wheat
Loyal as each day sings it sweet mournful sigh
Mysteries lay deep within as she watches quiet thought as time of meet sings a sweet song
Contrary not be she as she listens so sweetly to a voice who says hers
Lilting songs caress the air as she flies to and fro
Eyes brim with love and pleasure watching her fly with speed and grace
A love gone but never forgotten as the spiral turn and glow with elation for she left us to be with Him that loves us all

By

Felicia McCaw