Running away in his own peaceful pace!
No more looking back.
Nothing to be afraid of anymore.
Unscathed he is getting away,
from the claws of danger.
Purring with delightful victory.
Licking the last milk drops from his whiskers.
Pops out his head and opens up his blue eyes.
As i call out through the dungeons,
'come my dear Ebony..'
I nominate Heaven.