under the lilacs a little loaf rests

The lilacs, a white one, sweet scented, obtained.

The remains, of the sweetest little loaf tyke in the whole wide world, put to rest under the lilacs, white, sweet scented.



The place, by tykes of another kind, inspected and kindly walked upon.

I like the notion that the cats feel this is a perfect spot to have a rest, curiously inspect the ongoings in the neighbouring garden, that little loaf will always be part of that.

Forever missed,
but now resting under a sweet scented, white lilacs.
A little loaf named Malte.