For awhile
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,
heated discussions,
protests.
But not today,she's quiet;
he's saying 'its for the best',
that 'it'll  be over quickly'.
 
Sounds nasty,
still, apparently after a few days rest
they'll be able to get on with life........

© 2006 Chris Major