A death in the family

we always imagine

when thinking of pets

that they probably would be the first

to go to the Summerland

so manageable

but clearly it just could be worse

suddenly you could be stretchered

out of the house

and then what

dead as

s dodo

no one to care for them

it does sound a lot of old rot

but it, bloody well  happens

fate’s

‘funny like that

and what would become of your pets

one minute happy as sand boys in shit

and the next

who knows lots of real debts

out on the street

no one to feed them

no one to care for them

would they understand

when they want their meat

what is going  to happen

will they run away

its never  grand

live in the garden

whose going to pay?

there is no one  around

and its every day

the shelter is where

they may end up

on a wing and prayer

in the pound

they just may hide somewhere

wondering who

might take them in

2 old cats

I mean who

would take on my cast offs

now that I’m gone

where the sun doesn’t shine

and perhaps never shone

and so you must think on it

make arrangements before

you trip over the cats

and lie dead on the floor

for then its too late