The outskirts of the cemetery,
By my favorite big old pine,
I laid five baby kittens,
Near sacred land as all cemeteries are,
Five miles from where they died next to my heart,
In my.hands,
With my fallen tears upon them,
Now I don’t have to trust a male neighbor when he looks at me and lies that he buried them when he tossed them in the trash,
I had to do that when I lost Mr.Black and Teddi four,
They bodies will fill a need to mother earth,
Peace and love little ones till I hold you once more,
Val Whitewolf 