Tabbie's Plaque

Tabbie was a special cat
His fur was as white as brand new socks
I held my head, screamed like a hyena and watched it happen
Watched his death take place
The strangest thing was that the plaque was made before he even died
So whenever I feel scared at night
And I feel the gloom of no light
I look outside and watch his grave
A grey stone turned into a plaque
He was majestic, he was free
A young tiny ball like the ones you find at Smiggle
The magic of his plaque helps me, calms me down
I’m not scared when he’s around, I am as happy as I was before
Holding the cat I love, I miss, he is like a new baby
I am happy when it is just Tabbie, the plaque and me.