Kevin and Winter at the Sea

Kevin on the windowsill, starin' at the hallway light. Tiny scarf still

on the chair from when Winter stayed the night. He used to chase a wooden

wand down that scratched-up living room floor. Now he curls up in an

old sweatshirt, waitin' by the door. Kevin and Winter at the sea,

paws in the sand where the waves run free. Salty fur and tangled whiskers,

that's where they're meant to be. He missed those games and the quiet home,

castin' spells on the couch, just her and he. Now it's shells

instead of magic wands. Kevin and Winter at the sea. They find Bronson