One strange couple
As it would seem
Sitting on smooth rocks
Amidst a flowing stream
Lustrous pink
Mingling green
For once at peace
Smiles unseen
Up, down, and around
His hands cross
Her hair to braid
Tied with moss
She smiles, all content
Her guard backs down
Small figure melds into elder
Which he returns with a fond frown
"Getting cosy, Koneko-chan?"
Slender hands sift through
"Too sleepy," she mumbles
A frown comes upon her too
"I don't like you, you know that."
Her mind thinks of her beloved
The man behind her glares
She was his special object, coveted
"Then why," he whispers
Tightly, he holds her close
Never mind she'll tear him to shreds
He doesn't want to lose his rose
Deepening slightly, her breathing
Flushed cheeks, tear stains
He wonders what she would look like
Burdens-Masaya- lifted, along with pains
Rubbing her back in smooth circles
He hums a low lullaby
Making sure she's in deep slumber
For it's his-their- last good-bye
Cupping his hands in water
He douses her, as if to christen
He wants her clean and pure
Free of sweet nothings, she does not listen
Bridal style they travel
To the deepest part
She drops like a fallen angel
No struggles, no pain, no heart
Through the clear water
Shiny as a new pearl
The cat is laid to rest
Hair twisted and curled