Be pretty
Be good to the cat when i die
For you may not know that i used to lie
In that place in the sun he loves so much
When the house was silent and free of mockery
I used to lie there and plot and scheme
Till one of us should fall
It must be me or reading this will mean nothing
It must be me but know that
When you lie in that place in the sun
I will be the sun's fingers
Caressing your neck
And your blushing cheeks
