As I was leaving for jury last week
Towards my neighbor's curb I happened to peek.
And there was lying so still and so dead
Was somebody's pet, a fate we all dread.
I could see right away a little gray kitten,
A victim of somebody's car it was smitten.

I must hurry to town; the hour was late,
And tardiness there can win a mean fate.
So on to the freeway that took me downtown,
I started that day with an unhappy frown.
My duty in court was an old obligation.
It never has been very much a vacation.

Upon the next morning, WELL! I was AMAZED!
As out on my curb my vision had gazed.
Apparently, sometime during the night,
There must have appeared an unusual sight.
A MIRACLE HAPPENED TO WAKEN THE DEAD.
It was that the cat walked to my curb instead.

This MIRACLE that my neighbor had missed.
I'm sure to his ground, he would have then kissed
To have seen that move by THE WALKING DEAD
Transporting its corpse to MY curb instead
With my being blessed, this poor soul, I then gave
a place in my garden for its little grave.