Smudge
Loosing a best friend is very hard,
So realizes Smudge as he sits in his yard,
A few days have past since Rusty has gone,
What has Smudge done? He's sat on his lawn.
He stares into the forest and waits,
For his friend to walk back through those gates,
It seems so longsince he lost his friend,
To forest cats that could cause his end.
The black and white kitten turns his head,
As his owner calls him to come back to bed,
And as he stirs from his spot,
In the sun oh-so hot…
Rusty's leave has left him with none,
When he needs a friend, he can't find his one,
So he feels as if his heart has a hole,
And a black smudge is left upon his soul.
