Silken white petals unfurl,
Across the path of time,
Shimmering with droplets,
Releasing a fragrance fine,

Emerald foliage,
Quavers delicately,
Dancing in the breeze,
To it's own choreography,

Snow white paws,
Tiptoe over stones,
In a black velvet face,
Saphire eyes glow,

Creamy soft fur,
Ripples as she creeps,
Under the sighing mulberry tree,
She softly falls asleep.


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Written for my gorgeous burman cat Shuling (shoe-ling) who
is 18 years old in human years, making her  126 I think. 
She has a lovely personality and enjoys sleeping next to my
head on my pillow, I fall asleep to her purring lullaby ever
night.  I wake up at exactly 7 every morning when she licks
my face for breakfast.  She is now so fragile that she has
to be put to sleep soon, I will miss her so much.  Always
remembering her as the majestic creature who slept under the
willow tree in the rose garden.