she didn't know I was there,
though I went everywhere with her.
Put up with the jostling crowds
the picketing of farms and laboratories;
heard abuse screamed
at fur and leather wearers,
me draped in 'Meat Is Murder' T shirts
secretly craving steak or sausage.
Always bloody noise,
But not today,she's quiet;
he's saying 'its for the best',
that 'it'll be over quickly'.
still, apparently after a few days rest
they'll be able to get on with life........
© 2006 Chris Major