Finding Porkytom Poem by Reeta Howard

Today was the day i died
What people would let him sit there?
Cornered by the walls i cried
He was in there cold and bare
What people would let him sit there?
The car the truck
He was in there cold and bare
Cast into the puddle of muck
The car the truck
Fur is dark like dead of night
Cast into the puddle of muck
You cant forget that bitter sight
Fur is dark like dead of night
Today was the day i died
You cant forget that bitter sight
Cornered by the walls i cried