street

Not far from my house there's a street we never go down I know mama has driven on most streets in our small town When we go by this one a cheeky smile comes onto her face Asking her why the smile, I don't get an answer to embrace Older now I hear stories about that tree in this wooded lot Of how an old man hoisted a ladder high up to the trees top He carved out a few little house even one stuck out on a limb I went there to see for myself, was it an old crazy man's whim Tell me Mom about that tree, what lovely secrets do you hold Promise me son what I say, no one else should ever be told Late one night I drove to that tree, for reasons I don't know I heard giggles coming from it and soft lights in every window Author Eileen Clark 2022

The evening sky’s darken, falling slowly to the ground,
Soft mist is filling the air with a whispering sound.
A dim light from a lamp post exposes something down below,
It’s a sleek black cat with a shiny coat moving very slow.

I’ve never seen the likes of it, a smooth sophisticated stroll,
Gazing upon him I question myself, is he’s tired hungry or cold.
I watch this silent creature move down the cool wet street,
I wonder if there is a home, a someone waiting for him to greet.

Perhaps he lives in the city with a pack of other cats,
Or possibly he’s a loner and stays near the railroad tracts.
If I knew for certain that this little guy lived all alone,
There would be no hesitation for me to take him home.

Author: Eileen Clark

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