Memories of Shoo memories of me lying near the young apple tree. Memories of stars shinning bright in the sky One we called "ours" my Shoo-Fly and I. Memories of time so precious spent Memories of wonder and knowing content... Memories of days and of nights now gone by Memories of the cottontail we called "Shoo-Fly". I first saw him sitting near the evergreen tree... where I first saw him and he saw me.... A bunny so small as alone as could be This was the beginning of Shoo and me. Greens I'd leave and a rabbit treat and he soon came running at the sound of my feet And when I'd call...whether night or day... he'd be there never too far away. As summer moved on our friendship grew I'd look forward daily to seeing my Shoo... and nary a summer night went by that didn't find me sitting with my precious Shoo-Fly. When winter came and the cold winds blew I'd don coat and gloves to be with my Shoo. A path through the snow to the young apple tree was made for the friendship between Shoo and me. Apples we shared and moments of gold... Shoo and I huddled deep in the cold. We'd look at our star in the crisp winter night and think of time comin...of springtime's first light. And then it happened! Almost before we knew! Flowers bloomed for me and my Shoo! The time looked for had surely come! Robins sang! Spring had begun! Having made it through long winter now past... Shoo and I...again...at last... sat in the warmth of the May evening breeze... Together we sat near the young apple tree. A song I sang for him and he would look up with soft brown eyes at me... and in those eyes an expectancy... and trust in love... Shoo and me. A world we shared of treats and stars This was the world that we called "ours" A world of beauty...a world of grace... a world I saw when I looked in his face. But then one day he did not come though I watched for him and worried some. The day passed on...one day...then two... but nary a sign did I see of my Shoo. To the yard next door I went to see if Shoo were feeding by the large pear tree... but looking over the fence to view the ground... Shoo...I knew...had now been found. Still he lay between two trees... Still he lay now gone from me... and there beneath the sunlit sky I wept for Shoo...my Shoo...and I... took a petal from the ground... a petal fallen where Shoo was found and closed my eyes remembering how we had waited... and waited... for spring. Now the long days of summer have come and I sit alone watching a moonlit sky. Our star shines brightly high up above touching my mind and heart with love. By day bunnies play near the evergreen tree... I think of Shoo...and I think of me... A friendship formed so naturally... me and Shoo. Shoo and me. His picture I've framed and put in a place where I always see his beautiful face. Soft gentle eyes looking back at me still have the look of expectancy... and tell of a time and of days gone by.. of trust in love... me and Shoo-Fly.