Childhood neighbourhood,Cloudy day
My cat goes wandering
As cats do
Inquisitively wide-eyed,
Gentle instinct
Leads her to a hidden shop
In the local arcade
Damp, mossy green fence
Walls the alleyway that leads to it
She trots on
Making little chirps at birds
CUT
I am sitting on my bed
When someone hands me
Her little
Head
In my mind's eye
I witness the event;
She's wandered into a Butcher's shop
Masquerading as a Vet's surgery
As it becomes harder to see
For the tears
I imagine what's happened
Visualised in distorted salt water;
Her innocent, trusting nature,
Her tiny body shaking
In the same way I've seen it tremble
On trips to the Vet's before
As he holds up her chin
And makes a slit
Accross the left side
Of her fragile neck
"It's not working, there's too much blood"
Lengthens
The cut
From
Ear to ear
CUT
I hold her head in my hands
Cover her nose and mouth
With my lips
And b-r-e-a-t-h-e.......
Slowly life begins to return
And I retrace her steps
Feeling her thoughts
Until I unite head & body again
CUT
I wake within the dream,
Sit up in bed, frantically looking for her
In the places she likes to sit,
Crying so hard that I can't see her at all
CUT
The whole thing repeats, speeded up
Except this time
When I breathe,
Blood seeps
And I know this time
There is no remedy
