Sick Little Boy

I wasn’t prepared for this. My little baby got sick. Ears down, tired, not knowing what to do with himself. You feel lost when your pet gets ill. You can’t communicate with them, it is all so much guess work. All you can do is turn them over to the professionals and hope for the best.

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Tick, tock

Dry, wet, the whole gamut

Choking, smothering the sound

The sounds of an old man

Coming from my body?

Surely not!

Things change

Time keeps moving

Grey whiskers in the sink

Grunts of effort

My way or the highway

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© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswriter