* coming round*
Rattle the cages
Dog catcher's coming round
Treats in his pockets
As leads the dogs down
Along the concrete corridor
To the vet's table
A treat to settle nerves
An injection in the neck
Another stray disposed of
Enthusanasia for canines
A treat and then death
Perhaps the future holds this
For all as we grow old
A smiling physician
And a clean sharp prick
And away we go
Seeking a last and final secret.
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