From The Topeka State Journal, February 5, 1914. By A. Walter Utting.
Yesterday my kitty died.
Yet this morning by the side
Of our house a songbird came,
And it warbled just the same
As it did before my loss;
And the bushes just across
From the barn sang when the breeze
Struck their twigs; and all the trees
Acted just as glad and gay
As they used to every day
‘Fore my kitty died! The sun
Shined with brightness. Never one
Seemed to know how much I cried
‘Cause my pretty kitty died.
How can all the world smile on
When my precious one has gone?
How can joy and happiness
Still exist while my distress
Seems to flood this great big earth?
Can’t they understand the worth
Of my loss? Or can’t they know
Of the dreadful, awful blow
That has fallen on my heart?
Why, I thought myself a part
Of the world; thought when I sighed
I would find that all had cried;
Yet the sun shines just the same
As before my sorrow came!