There I was, in the pet shop window
a bright little button
but a bit forlorn
I don’t like these places
and some of the faces
that look in and see me
I guess I am torn
I would like a young girl
to come and look after me
take me for walks
in the woods maybe we
could enjoy each other
and if she had a brother
that would be truthfully
really lovely
then one day when I was
dozing there quietly
where was the little girl
in came this gal
a blonde not so little
but she said she’d like to
take me to her home
so a new pal
you know what its like
a dog yea like me
to be in a pet shop
where people can see
everything really no place to hide
no privacy at all
and freedom denied
and I don’t like the sawdust
or the shredded paper
its gets on my fur
its a right old caper
so to have the chance
to get out of this place
and go home with somebody
who has a nice face
seemed a godsend and I was
ready to be
transported to paradise
yea, a basket case me
she lived in a house
on maybe 3 floors
she was a strange one
she liked to lock doors
every door locked
the place was so dark
but I noticed we were
quite near to a park
so that looked quite promising
but then I knew
she wasn’t quite right
in what she did do
she forgot to feed me
and no water down
she’d kick me just kick me
in her dressing gown
she’d swear at me all the time
and she would throw
anything at me
and I’d never go
out,
it was prison
just at her place
reality proves
just what a disgrace
she was
all dolled up with her make up
and hair
but leaving her heart
on the dresser somewhere
then it just happen
one saturday night
she had been drinking
and did invite
a bloke who was real weird
and ugly as sin
and when they both argued
my god what a din
I got out of their way
and hid in the hall
but she came and found me
and threw me at the wall
the walls made of brick
and I realized she
had broken the skin on my back
tragically
they laughed as I dragged myself off
in much pain
and she came up and kicked me again and again
why was this happening
what had I done
was it a past life
had I been on the run
was I really awful
perhaps a bad stray
and this was just karma
getting its way
I went down the hall
and hid in a box
with brushes and shoes
and a pair of her socks
and I lay there and sobbed
for a few hours until
I nodded off thinking
if I could only kill
that bitch somehow
for already she’d shown
no care towards me
and I just felt alone
that night I had fever
my bones were on fire
the next day
I daren’t walk
the pain was dire
she never fed me
stayed in her bed
all I could wish for
was that she was dead
but later she got up
and opened the door
she looked like a rat
she was hard to ignore
right she said Charlotte
gonna teach you to fly
first I will beat you up until you cry
then in a plastic bag
tied up with string
out of the window
I’m going to sling
you, she then shouted
yes out you go
fly off to somewhere
let the wind blow
you anywhere else
I am so sick of you
and she tossed me out
out into the blue
I fell like a stone onto my head
all I could see then
was the colour red
and then nothing else
for as blind as a bat
and really not knowing then where I was at
in so much pain
what a miserable sod
I cried aloud ,to the only sweet god
I knew Anubis
asking that he
bring one of the angels
to come and help me
someone turned up and found me
and I
am being re-homed
with a brilliant old guy
he has a nice voice
but as I say I am blind
all I want is a place now
where I can unwind
hope he has a niece maybe
who will come and play
and I can live happily
now come what may
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.