Dog Days

September saw the end of things.
They rolled up the hay.

I drove home from you that night
past your neighbour's dying cat
flat on the road,
it's yellow bushy tail flapping convulsively
a last goodbye.
There were tears in my eyes,
of course,
but winter will dry them.

Meanwhile we'll sit on the porch
and discuss the fate of kings.
"Did you see McGinty's new film?"
The world is full,
so full.
We can rest now.

Yes, there were tears in my eyes,
but winter will dry...
the winter will dry them.
Then I'm following the cat
home.