Le cancer
Le cancer Paris on the tv. Drinking Chateau Pey La Tour. The cat's red eye needs drops. We are suddenly poor. Chemo has failed to work. The only option left is Taxol. The cat bolts everytime I come near. I try not to fall. My leg tumour is growing. I wouldn't manage La Tour Eiffel. I leave the cat alone. My 2nd cello I sell. The musical money pays for champagne, served in Marie Antoinette's teat. The cat curls up beside me. I watch him from my seat. I choose to die on my terms, in my own time. We do better by our cats. Regardless of rhyme. Bróna Colfer