Snowkit
Mother,
I know you miss me,
but I'm really always there.
Mother,
I walk your dreams at night
and I watch from the Hawk's high lair.
Mother,
Can you not understand?
I miss you from up here
And Mother,
I know your voice well enough
There is no need to hear.
Oh, Mother,
Can't you just look up?
Cry for me once more
Mother,
Now that there is sound for me,
I shall answer your call
A/N Yes, I know. Call and more don't Rhyme.
I love little Snowkit. I didn't want him to die. Mean Erin Hunter *Bashes book on table*. Oh, sorry Bookie. I love you really.