When I was but a tiny lad who’d barely learnt to read,
A neighbour at The Heads, named Mrs Lloyd,
Whose garden, as a shortcut, we would often use at speed,
Gave me a book, and I was overjoyed.
Paul Gallico wrote ‘Jenny’ as the story of a cat,
I read it with a fascination deep –
I did it, though, in private, for I have to tell you that,
Invariably, it would make me weep.
The narrative is gripping, with adventure and some fun,
Some sections are most sad, one must confess;
The last part always gets to me, when all is said and done …
So do I thank her for it? That’s a ‘Yes!’
Prompt from Pooky’s Poems