Lars

He was the mayor of the street without a name.
Standing royal and regal,
A flash of orange and green.
The gentle giant and Best friend to all.
His know-it-all stride down the cracked side walk.

Where did you go Sir. Prince from afar.
The kitty paw prints finally washed off of my car.
The street is empty void of life.
As this street of decaying is stalked with strife

Sir. Prince, Mr. Lars, Little Boy and orange tom.
Did you wander into the wrong yard?
Did they snatch you from all walks of life
Or did you end up at the end of the serial killers knife.

That was months ago,
In fact id say three.
I hate to admit it but it was the later of the three.
Little mayors now go missing everyday or two.
Little royal kitties are far in between and few.

At least my little girl is kept inside
For her i am thankful
But for lars im am so sad.

He was the mayor for the street with no name.
He stood there in a firey glory against evil and bane
Chasing away winter with his pelt of sun
But this winter will last until real spring comes
Because our little mayor of lelater is dead and gone.