THE ANGEL OF STONE

Who is like an angel with eyes of deep pool blue

An artist could never produce such wondrous hue,

 Who has a coat which holds a thousand years of making

No weaver could ever put his loom to such a faking,

And whose soft murmurs of delight could please the ear

An orchestra whilst trying would only shake with fear,

That which is sent from heaven, no man can ever clone

For a perfect kitten like Annie must ever stand alone.

GILLIAN ACKERS