A/N: This was previously published here some months ago, under the name "AndrewB".

Hazel's Devotion
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Oh Hyzenthlay, I cannot tell
Of what you mean to me,
The sparkle of those tender eyes
Speaks joy that we are free.

The fur that shines like morning dew
And catches Frith's great light
Gleams silver now beneath the stars
In Inlé's gaze tonight.

I look upon your near hind leg,
With white and vivid mark
That tells its jagged, angry tale
Of days of fear and dark.

The flame of freedom, fading quick
'Neath evil's iron paw
Where'er you kindled fire anew
There groped a deadly claw.

But ere your life was forfeit to
All-seeing Owslafa
The day of triumph came at hand
Now free! With Blackavar!

Our kittens grow beneath the earth
Secure from elil's prowl,
From dog and cat, from stoat and fox
From kestrel; weasel; owl.

The time of terror long forgot,
Now can our warren thrive
And with your counsel at my right,
'Tis joy to be alive.