I whispered
Mitzi Mitzi Meow Meows
into his ear
then I took him swingy
swingy
and slidy slidy.
we became fast friends
like the clouds and rain
or the sun and plants.
inseparable like the
bee and the flower
we held heaven
in each others arms
with joy in our souls
and the Grandpa had
to go home
and oh how he wailed.
even his mother
with her milk pail
couldn't stop his despair.