dead cat

I stood with a small crowd looking at a dead cat
its head was crushed and its eyes had popped out on tubes

“they drive like bloody maniacs up and down this road”
said an old boy with a walking stick

“and one day it ain’t just gonna be a cat that’s lying there neither!”
we nodded in agreement

“oh no” he continued
his face red with anger

“one day it could be a bloody little dog!”
and we didn’t know what to say

so we dispersed