Missy

You may rest now.
Lay your head so safely on my knee
and close your eyes, remembering:
Summer days with birds,
butterflies and bumblebees.
Sneaking on that stupid magpie
always taking off with a laughter,
and in the bilberry shrubs are
the mice rustling about.
How many have you caught?
Must be a thousand!
Remember the smell of the first snow
a cold and frosty winter day.
In the evening, rolled up in the sofa,
purring from pleasure.
Now, don't worry anymore
about where all excitement went,
and why everything went a blurry silence,
'cause you may rest now,
by the mountain
amongst the bracken and bilberry bushes.
Good night Missy.
Dream sweet dreams.