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The Gunner's Dream

by N/A

Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
Goodbye Max.
Goodbye Ma.
After the service. When you are walking slowly to the car.
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.

A place to stay
"Oi! A real one ..."
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.

Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of his dream.
Take heed.

Gunner was named after a song by Pink Floyd.  He was born August 25th, 2005.  A very playful cat with no fear.  Loves to play rough and bite.  His teeth are huge for his little head.  He is not a cat but my wild child.  Can you tell he's spoiled and loved?

Astro came to us August 24th, 2007.  I adopted him from the vet.  He was around 6 months old at the time.  I should have gotten Gunner a playmate much sooner.  He has calmed down nicely.