A poem for the missing

once a voice,now whisper

once a smile,now a whimper

a gray tom will sit on the bay

unknowing to him his love will have to pay

a silver she-cat pretty,mighty,and awed

silverstream,she is called

she was his and he was hers

and two kits would be theirs

on the day the kits were born

silverstream would be mourned

once a voice,now a whisper

once a smile,now a whimper

yellowfang,a cat fierce,yet old

with a sharp tongue and a heart of gold

left in the fire and smoke

she spoke

<p style="text-align:center;">a memory that must be confessed

<p style="text-align:center;">about the life she had left depressed

<p style="text-align:center;">once a voice,now a whisper

<p style="text-align:center;">once a smile now a whimper

<p style="text-align:center;">a leader huge,rash,and strong

<p style="text-align:center;">could not see how he was wrong

<p style="text-align:center;">all nine lives taken in one blow

<p style="text-align:center;">from his chest,his blood would flow

<p style="text-align:center;">tigerstar could not see his flaws

<p style="text-align:center;">that scourge would kill him with a lash of his claws

<p style="text-align:center;">once a voice,now a whisper

<p style="text-align:center;">once a smile,now a whimper

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