Saturday, 5 October 2013

Going Over the Line

The story that I have to tell
Mixes pathos with a smile
My friend described the scene so well
Quite near the River Dyle.

While cruising down a minor road
A car flashed its rear light
Inevitably the drivers slowed
The cause beyond their sight.

It then transpired a new white line
Was being drawn by workman’s truck
The driver thought that all was fine
But a tragedy had struck!

Oblivious to what lay ahead
A tiny bump, was it a hole?
Aghast we watched the white paint spread
Over a flattened soul.

The cat, quite dead, could not complain
At this desecration
What an insult to its tiny frame
What sad and wry emotion!

(c) Poet in the woods 2013

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