Poem on the Abolishment of my Job

When flowers furl into themselves
their bases sometimes swell
into new fruit.
All sizes are on the crabapple tree
already showing round red and green.
I knew the branches when they were
smooth, hairless as those little dogs
and cats people breed –
The new availables bolding their way
Into a fur expecting world:
the Chinese Crested with the name
Mystical Merlin cranes a cockatoo head
from a skinned body.
The sphynx cat named Prune starts
A feline dynasty as owners
Pose at cat and dog shows –
All wrinkles and muscles and big eyes,
Camera caught as some one snapped me
Saying good bye.