...Come Back...
He's forgotten so much
Company
Care
The feel of other
Cats
Their warm pelts against his
Cold and frowzen own.
If only they'd venture
Back into the darl
And twine, encircle
Warm the ice
If only they'd enter
The wet and the rock
And call him, tell him
That they remember.
A/N: Perhaps a bit short and abrupt, but that's kind of how I always pictured Falling Leaves – vague, ghostly, only half there.
I don't know if there's anything about him in Omen of the Stars. Sorry if my poem has some inconsistencies in terms of the books.
