Thanks to Clementine’s furmom Kathy for this touching poem.

Their Messenger

This emissary has a gilded heart for all the furry ones
for the many souls whose time on Earth is done
and of the tales they tell, this messenger doth send

and, lo, many a human ear awaiting news will listen in
through tales, she shares their tidings–heartfelt and dear
they bid her tell their humans, how in spirit they are near

she also knows what the treasure is our Creator gently holds;
for in God’s hands the many joyful beings, are the truest gold
those innocent creatures waiting, in the land at rainbow’s end

some of the new arrivals–the forgotten, neglected, and abused
those who knew no tender touch, and on lonely streets had roamed
shall be warmly welcomed now in their new sun-glistened home

and in the bluest skies, the stars twinkle–there is never a dark night
while younguns romp in meadows, others gambol in rainbow hues of light
and as God watches their keeping, their Guardian Angel begins to write…

copyright 2007 kathy pippig harris