[Kinzy]

The wind whispers to me.
It whisks me away,
To a far away place
Where only me and my Master play,
Where no fence will scar my face.
Like before,
that horrible rake.
It left a long score
and a blood lake.
Now we rest
under the sun
with our faces pointed west
because our day is done.

Still not my best. The face was perfect until my sister grebbed the mouse and screwed it up. -beats sister with dead mouse-