Benevolent Death Knell

Life is a garden of missed connections.

Mountains not scaled, a spark unplugged, no sell.

Dear me, have I made the right selection?

I’ve a deep itch; you scratched it well.

A Crow offered a kitten protection.

What if I was the Farmer in the Dell?

The Squirrel leaping branch to branch — perfection.

How do I reach the skies, Angels DO tell.

Lonely cats purr when given affection.

I’m running through green grass – ardor to quell.

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