LOIS' ANIMALS

All those years she remembered the cat --
Royal, his name was, and how he,
Not content with his native tongue,
Had mastered an authoritative bark.

Though she never met him she'd heard tell
Of her grandfather's dog Bill
Who went on errands, returning from stores
Carrying a parcel, neatly tied, though not by him.

Towards the last, though, it wasn't Royal
Who visited her, nor Bill, but her own dog,
Kerry, his tail wagging, his claws clickaclat
On the scrubbed tile floors.