Pet memory

Blackie
By GC SMITH

Going back sixty four years
I walk Blackie on his leash
That is until he sees the cat
Then all hell breaks loose

I am a kid of just five years,
that dog weighs more than I
With the leash around my wrist
There is no way to get me free

Down I go onto my knees
As Blackie chases that cat
I bounce behind Blackie's tail
Ker-bump, ker-thwack, like that

The cat goes racing up a tree
Blackie slides to a full stop
To whine and howl at being foiled
While me, I howl with pain

I am skinned from head to toe
My clothes are ripped to shreds
I get untangled from the leash
And turn and run toward for home

Painted up with mercurochrome
I lick on a chocolate ice cream cone
While sitting on the porch to wait
For old Blackie to come home

'cause you see, I don't blame him
For doing what a dog must do
When tempted by a kitty cat
I'd chase it, wouldn't you?

pubbed in Lamoille lamentations