Kitty blue dress,
princess of sorrow,
died today,
will live tomorrow
in her heaven of known belief
all her life. Sad time's a thief.
Angels are crossing
the light of night.
Soon they will settle
on a naked bed,
two white bodies
with feathered arms
come to secure their passive dead.
Sally Plumb Plumb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-87/
