Red is the dusk as the sky gives way
Light the breeze as the wind gives sway
Long the shadows as the nightjar calls
So sad my heart as my spirit falls.
Deep the pain as my tears rolls faint
The tombs of loved one’s time doth paint.
And there I stand – there comes a cry!
The sound of a bird or a weary sigh?
No, there it sits upon a mound
of brazen clay so brown and bound.
A friend from God, a puff of fluff
small and dark and round and rough.
And Ovistin? – That is her name.
Dirt in its eyes so blue as the skies
Ants on its paws and thorns in its fur
With the touch of the hand it starts to purr.
Oh, how soothing the breath of the one who cares
And how blessed the spirit of the one who bears
The anguish and pain of a life in despair.
Douw S. van Zyl
This is a poem written by my dear Husband in memory of his beloved cat Ovistin. This Web Site is dedicated to her in loving memory of her. OVISTIN. A wonderful gift from our loving God and Creator.