My cat was killed two years ago
How it came about I'll never know
It was a dark and stormy night
I should never have let her out of sight
She must have seen the door ajar
And crept out to wander far
A speeding car was deemed her fate
The wind played tricks, she left it late
I miss her purr and friendly bite
Her life was taken in the stormy night
Keith Wilson
Birthwaite Nov 2015