Pet-Sit Panic

My friend Meg was leaving for a week-long vacation And struggling hard to provide for her congregation: With a horse, two dogs, one cat and a bird You might as well say she had a whole herd I arrived just hours after Meg made her escape To find yellow feathers all over her cat’s face One dog had dug a hole ‘neath the backyard fence The remaining Rottweiler growled angrily on the offense Out in the barn a horse was giving birth to a colt So I tried to call her vet but was placed on endless hold I attempted to reach Meg; her cell phone was off “Don’t feel defeated,” I chided myself with a scoff A circus was in town and gypsies answered my cry Now from their trapeze, I often fly quite high Luckily Meg’s fine horse needed no birthing aid And the bearded lady got the Rottweiler caged The missing dog returned, at least that’s what Meg said She claimed to understand how I had simply lost my head But as she hurled balls at me, sitting on the dunking bench Meg muttered words I didn’t know (they sounded French) The clown suit fits just fine and at least I’m not confined In the sanitarium for pet sitters who’ve surely lost their minds * For Sharon Tidewell's Pet-Sit Panics Contest