The Landrover bounced rapidly over the cumulus and cirrus

finding the Great Gate unlocked and opened wide.

A fine welcome she was given, with smiles and widespread arms,

and full angel choir to receive her, as certainly due

to one who had faithfully maintained her youthful promise,

and had always done her best even when severely tried.

 

Then a disorderly yapping silenced the angels

and a sudden flow of living soft brown fur,

pointed ears, stubby legs and foxy faces

miraculously appeared from behind a nearby cloud.

She was of course delighted to find them all admitted

although aware that one ot two were undeserving

and did not strictly qualify for such merciful forgiveness.

 

Seeing Saint Francis dishevelled and slightly out of breath,

then noting Saint Rocco with a plaster on one heel,

she gave both heartfelt thanks and all her gratitude

for taking care of the rowdy  pack in the interim

whilst waiting for her to join them and finally take over.