Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Oct 30, 2007 1:42:46 GMT -5
MY SHADOW
My faithful Pat,
My shadow for fourteen years.
When I woke up one morning,
My heart melted in grief.
My loving Pat was very ill,
Froth dripping from his mouth.
He was gasping and choking.
I wept my heart out,
Bundled Pat into my van,
And drove off to the vet.
The vet, a nice, humane man,
Came and examined Pat.
He grabbed Pat's jaws with his fingers
And forced them apart.
What he saw was pathetic.
A long spicule of bone
Formed a bar across
The roof of Pat's mouth.
He carefully pulled it out.
At last I breathed normally,
And I praised the Creator
For Pat's deliverance.
(C) ALEYAMMA JACOB
My faithful Pat,
My shadow for fourteen years.
When I woke up one morning,
My heart melted in grief.
My loving Pat was very ill,
Froth dripping from his mouth.
He was gasping and choking.
I wept my heart out,
Bundled Pat into my van,
And drove off to the vet.
The vet, a nice, humane man,
Came and examined Pat.
He grabbed Pat's jaws with his fingers
And forced them apart.
What he saw was pathetic.
A long spicule of bone
Formed a bar across
The roof of Pat's mouth.
He carefully pulled it out.
At last I breathed normally,
And I praised the Creator
For Pat's deliverance.
(C) ALEYAMMA JACOB