Saturday, March 12, 2016

In memory of my “Little Green Eyes”

Original Post: Monday, April 27, 2015
I still miss little Tigger.  She had the most beautiful green eyes although she would never let you see them. I wish she had lived long enough to become a loving pet. I found this song and wrote down the lyrics when she died, but haven’t posted them for some reason. 

Little Green Eyes
Words: Mercedes Lackey, Music: Kathy Mar

Silent City, silent ruin stands alone.
Nothing left there but a wall piled stone on stone.
And beneath it, where the cellar used to be
lies a hidden sheltered place no one can see.
From that rubble two green eyes appear and blink, 
and a tabby cat steps timid through a chink.

In the twilight, in the silent evening gloom,
Tabby shadow runs with joy from room to room. 
Here his chair and there his bowl, and all the rest,
and his people, all the ones that he loves best.
With a tiny cry of bliss he greets them there.
Was it magic brought them back to him again?

Little Green Eyes, is it hunger makes you see,
all the walls now where your old home used to be?
Little Green Eyes, is it cold that clouds your sight
so the phantom fills with sound and warmth and light?
Little Green Eyes is it loneliness at last
makes you build once more this vision of the past.

But the vision disappears into the night.
Gone the people, banished are the warmth and light. 
Little Green Eyes you are by your hopes betrayed
all your memories are shadows and they fade. 
When they've left your self deceit you realize.
is it human grief and loss that fills your eyes?

Tabby shadow slips in sorrow to the stone
Little Green Eyes curled in pain so all alone.
But as dawn breaks and the stones are touched with light,
he is fading with the shadows and the night.
Little Green Eyes isn't really there at all,
one more ghost that haunts this fine old crumbling wall.

Little Green Eyes, is it hunger makes you see,
all the walls now where your old home used to be?
Little Green Eyes, is it cold that clouds your sight
so the phantom fills with sound and warmth and light?
Little Green Eyes is it loneliness at last

makes you build once more this vision of the past.

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