City Life
With all her courage
she faced the traffic
running the risk
that she might get hit,
but minute and fierce
she’d learnt her letters
about cars and city matters
from her mother’s pride.
Ah, how the urge was on her
to get back home
she knew he was waiting
and she was chilled to the bone …
scratching at the door
mewing piteously
she pulled at the link
she’d formed to his heart …
he opened the door
petted and hugged her
then lovingly poured her
a bowl of warm milk.
© G.s.k. ‘15
Inspired by the cat, Brynn and The Sunday Whirl Wordle. This is linked to OctPoWriMo for my 12th entry to that event.
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