another i wrote about the same time talking to a man whos wife had just died , he said it like a horror film
Life in Films
Walking in the garden, I slowed down my pace This hospice is nice A peaceful place
A man there was crying, what’s the matter with you? He said, I’m an extra in a film a film that I dread It s like a hammer horror film here In this place of the dead
last one , so as not to get boring
About my cat who went blind over night
The Longest Night, by Jerry my cat when he went blind
I went to sleep as usual, dreaming of catching mice Woke up the next day, had to blink once or twice It should be morning, my dad’s up, on the pc I just can’t work it out I can no longer see Nah it’s the curtains closed, and my cat flap Can’t wait to get out Strange the door is open But it’s still black as black Dad is in the garden What’s he doing in the dark? I go out very carefully I can hear next doors dog, give a bark I keep tripping over flowers And the hose pipe on the ground How is he walking round out there? When it’s black all around My dad picks me up he seems very upset He tells me, don’t be scared, and never be afraid This is the day the my night time came And stayed and stayed and stayed
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