The Cat in Pure White
On Willow Street, the cat roams alone
Black as the night, his name is unknown
Silent and steady, he comes out in
moonlight
Wandering, searching, for the cat in pure
white
He loves her, and her striking green eyes
But she was taken from him with her
untimely demise
He hears her calling, never letting him sleep
He will never let go, his heart she will keep
His love and his only
His poor soul he has sold
His body now ghostly,
the wind became cold
No longer alone,
for in his clear sight,
pale as a bone,
stood the cat in pure
white
