GreenWithEnvy
New Member
As many of you may know from my husband Trey, we have recently lost our sweet little Mojo, or as you better know him Mr. MoJohnson our first and dearly beloved Nosy Faly. Mojo, you are forever to live in my heart and this is for you.
Still as the branch itself
He takes his first notice of somebody else.
Comfy and Cozy, High in his tree
Hoping and praying to remain unseen.
As always he is playing his game
Sizing me up while hidden he remains.
To his defeat there's one thing I know
Once emotions take hold his colors will glow.
Excitement rising he blushes with blues
Soon to be streaked with red dots of rouge.
His true emotions he cannot conceal
For whatever he feels his colors reveal.
Mojo's Memoriam
Still as the branch itself
He takes his first notice of somebody else.
Comfy and Cozy, High in his tree
Hoping and praying to remain unseen.
As always he is playing his game
Sizing me up while hidden he remains.
To his defeat there's one thing I know
Once emotions take hold his colors will glow.
Excitement rising he blushes with blues
Soon to be streaked with red dots of rouge.
His true emotions he cannot conceal
For whatever he feels his colors reveal.
