A Sonnet In Memoriam For A Dead Pet

Alas he’s gone our little friendly rat,
we’ll miss that trusting paw, those gentle ways,
as snuggling close to us content he sat.
Where now that little eager furry face,
those twitching whiskers, beady eyes? Such grace!
Poor Jack, you should have lived as long again
had you but had your rightful span of days.
You’ve left us now for where there is no pain,
which should console, but yet I must complain
to lose so soon this loving pet and friend.
The world may scoff and show its harsh disdain,
forget that we all share the self same end.
So Jack, we’ll say a very fond goodbye,
rememb’ring that at last we all must die.

by Pete Crowther

Comments (8)

Well, at least Jack is in rat heaven now. He can probably find three lawyers for a hand (paw) of whist.
Oh Peter ---where is the nearest Taxidermist, I would have had him stuffed and dressed to look like Ratty from' Wind in The Willows' just fantistic cheers sylvie.
May it rest in peace. Lovely.
Dear Peter, Cheers for your wise and wonderful work! You have a kind, compassionate soul. It shows in your poetry. Thank you for liking 'There Is A God.'. Sandra Fowler
such a nice, but sad poem. Love it. added to fave poems. Liz. P.S: thankyou for reading my poems and your lovey comments. Liz
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