Lucky
Lucky is a kitten that
Very nearly got squashed flat;
Someone put him deep within,
The contents of a rubbish bin.
Lucky mewed but cats can’t shout,
So no-one knew to let him out.
The dustmen came to take away,
The bins on their allotted day;
They had no idea that
The bin contained a baby cat!
When it upended in the truck,
Lucky badly needed luck.
Although only three weeks old,
And half dead from fear and cold,
He made a final plaintive cry,
As the dustmen stood nearby.
The truck was into squishing mode,
Starting to compact the load.
A dustman heard poor Lucky’s voice,
Only just above the noise.
He rushed to press the button that
Stopped the squashing of the cat.
Deep from underneath the mess,
The dustman found him more or less.
He was a pretty sorry sight,
He’d had a very nasty fright!
The dustman fished him out of
there,
Warmed him up and stroked his hair,
Gave him something nice to eat,
Put him right back on his feet.
Now he’s got a home and bed,
He’s well cared for and well fed,
So everything turned out alright,
Lucky’s sleeping well tonight.
© Stephen Saunders
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