With the urine and lightly shit stained carpets <br />From the front door we built a sort of run way to the grass <br />One day I screamed and struck across pointing ears <br />That was before the secret of cat food was discovered <br />From pile to pile we motivated his movement <br />We never should have let it go so long. <br />But back to the day I struck across his pointing ears, <br />A beast was near – I could feel it <br />Only it did not have four legs.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-extremis-a-lesson/
