I have lived next to level crossing

Since the age of thirteen

It is policed by automatic barriers

And apart from a couple of incidents

Nothing major has really happened

That was until the last day of May

When a motorcyclist ran the barriers

And was hit by a train and killed

I did not see the tragic accident

As I was in Southern Spain

At a tennis tournament

But my cat who was in the front garden

Witnessed everything and was traumatised

Foe some weeks afterwards as he knew the victim

Like me he too had a cat which he called Brown Sugar

It was called Brown Sugar because of its colouring and sweet disposition

My cat is called Betty she is grey and white and has a chewed ear

At present I am sitting Brown Sugar as the victim of the accident

Had no known living relatives apart from a sister in Australia

Betty and Brown Sugar get on well and often sit in the front garden

Contemplating the accident and discussing the odds against a similar incident

 

 

Outlaw