The sentiment of men

He was my mentor
in my job
my life
I was a snot nosed brat
thinking that
If I couldn’t fuck it
I could fight it
& sometimes both
he was patient
if I tried
angry
if I didn’t
& I learned
many times
the hard way
that respect
can be a
two way
or
one way street
then a ginger kitten
appeared
I couldn’t have cared less
much like the care
I had for me then
But
he held it
stroked the thing
fed her
& she became part
of our team
I’d tease him
about tiddles
until his bite
appeared
there was the operation
the collar
flea powders
worming ceremony
we all chipped in
she settled
& he convinced the boss
it was a mouser
morale thing
Then
the day
she got run over
& he
took her to the vet
to ease her pain
& I
stood with him
as he buried her
beneath a tree
silent
strong
unflinching
& we never
spoke of her again
in words
out loud

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