My father didn’t like cats

Once he found a litter

Hiding

In the long grass

He put six of the kittens

In a hessian bag

And dumped them

In the river

I had a ginger megs

Tough as nails

I called him

Matt after Matt Dillon

In S. E. Hinton’s book

We had a beautiful old maple tree

That overlooked the street

Matt would climb that tree

And if he saw our neighbours dog

Billy the rottweiler

Why he’d jump on that poor dogs

Back and scare the shit out

Of him.

After mum died I went to

Live in a condemned house

And Matt went with me,

Later, I found a place by the sea

And again Matt went with me

He’d fight with everything in sight

One day he came back from one of

His brawls

Something had taken a chunk out

Of his head

You could see clear through

To China .

Matt survived

After the house by the sea

I gave Matt up to two gay

Friends of mine

I was heading to India

My friends died in a car crash

Along with Matt

I heard he was still raging

Right to the

End.