Goodbye Santa Fe,
We are going back to the sacred land of our people,
Where the spirits dance and sing on the
Snowcapped tops of San Francisco.
With the green canopies of Pine trees,
And the ground covered in a powdered sugar-like substance called
SNOW.
Goodbye Santa Fe,
We thank you for our 1st
House, on top a round hill
With the greeting DAWA,
And
Where you took our son,
Millocent,
A mini panther who could put his jungle cousins to shame,
Eyes that reflect a full moon,
And yet read your soul
Like a shaman.
But,
in return, you gave us another stoic cat,
One who is always dressed for the occasion,
With white sports socks on all 4 legs
And a white layer from his chest to his belly.
Goodbye Santa Fe,
For everything, you’ve done.
For new friends, we call family.
For bringing us new creativity.
We now know why you’re called “The Land of Enchantment.”
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