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