'we will find it we will bind it
we will stick it with glue glue glue
we will stickle it every little bit of it
we will fix it like new new new'

(The Mending Song, Bagpuss)

*

your stripes are trembling in pink
the sun is still away
I hold you tight and then I think
'..this is our saddest day'

'..he climbs a tree, I bet' I say
'or scoffs up jam on toast'
but you just turn your nose away
and meaow to me: '..get lost!'

..and tangled up in ivy
this tomb her humble home
no heartbeat to surrender to
so cold and so alone

a passing cloud of haven
she watches from above
you aching for her beauty
the lips you used to love

these tears of naked sorrow
are kisses that you long
days pass without tomorrow
and no one to belong

for she is now your memory
her laughter now asleep