Another Mournful Morning Poem by Tony Adah

I am into another mournful morning
And the sinister omen sprouted
In the Ford ranger refusing to start
I managed to jump start it
Along the declivity of my garage.

I couldn't hear the usual mews
Of my friend who will come
And rub his wooly furs on my shins
I drove out onto the road and found
Him lying stiff on his side
Some blood oozing from his tender nostrils.

He was quiet and his sharp paws
Kept like he was in an ordinary sleep
His sensitive whiskers still
I looked at him
Tears rolling my cheeks
Like the blood of his nostrils.

And I remember the day a mouse
Strayed into my house and he
And he alone knew the track of the mice
As I tricked it into his paws
And his sharp piercing canines
And he ran away to tuck in his food
Now I a reckless driver has done his best
And I am proned to the torment
Of the mice alone and alone
As I weep to no avail.