a friendly place
A friendly place
There are no catfish in our little lake
But it has giant frogs, and some of them die if they are late
and the sun warms just standing on the stone, unable to move
Fodder for the crows. There are no dangerous animals
except for boars with a litter and snakes slither away
There were rumours some years ago about a panther-like
like being, and farmers cocked their guns
I went to have a look, and it was a cat that was glad to see me
took it home, opened a tin of tuna, and it purred happily.
It was an independent cat; sometimes it disappeared for weeks
Then came home telling me nothing, after sleeping in the cupboard
All day, it went out and never came back. Perhaps it had met a fox
And I relived the struggle I must have had before losing.
I had a dog once; she lived to be sixteen, and I never trained her.
She gave paw and chase balls, and she told me when it was
time to go for a walk. I don`t walk much now. I have no one looking
out for me; my friends call her my daughter.
I have been offered a dog, but I refuse. I think what will happen
Should I die?
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