Recently my mother
was out walking one day when she saw a cat, dead by the
kerb, that had it seems been hit by a car. Distressed, she turned to
the nearby house and spoke to the man living there who was digging his
"Would you please bury the cat, to save the kids that are about to be let out of school"
He looked at the cat and looked at her.
"Piss off you stupid old woman" he said "I'm not putting that in my garden".
My mother is small
and he was quite large
, she thought twice then told him what she knew.
"I lived in this house during the blitz
and could tell you a thing or two.
that sage lies the bones of a deer
that we slaughtered
and butchered right there. Beneath that beech tree
, along with the stillborn child
that she bore,
and just here by the gate we buried a man, or rather the leg and the
flesh that we found in that tree, when a buzz-bomb
She took his shovel, scooped up the dead cat, and handed it back to him.