Missing Myshka

by Patricia Bunting
(Leigh on Sea, Essex. UK)

 

 

In memory of Myshka

We had a lovely pussycat,
With a very pretty face,
But now wherever we go and look,
there’s just an empty space.

She loved it in the garden,
and the flying leaves she’d chase,
but now when we look out there,
there’s just an empty space.

She lived till nearly twenty two,
at home in her own place,
so many beds in many rooms,
but now there’s just an empty space.

We really miss our pussycat,
and hate that empty space,
and what we wouldn’t do to see,
that pretty little face.