Upon His Roof
I was in the mood to write and this is the result.
Upon his roof, I sit with much on my mind
The homes become a silent valley of brick and wood
When the lights go out, there is a strangeness with the windows
Eerie and uninviting like hollowed eyes
Ah the moon
There is no moon tonight
Just the stars and they twinkle
The dark canvass is almost visible
Against the cooling summer nights
The breeze was fresh
But I am cold inside
Below me there is a fur that I loved
For years he was sweet and a childhood friend
I can hear their squeaks and I... ball my paws
In the mist of pleasure, in the arms of another
The other who killed me
I hate you
So much.