My Alley Cat


My Alley Cat

I didn’t get her name.
It was a hot and wet Saturday night;
So I left the screen door wide open
Hoping for a change in the weather.

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She strolled in like the queen of Sheeba riding a breeze.
Her inspection was on schedule.
She allowed me to imagine that it was my company she was after.
Earnestly engaging my eyes with her face.

Which she put close to mine and stared into my eyes.
As if she were the only soul left on earth who still loved me.
All the while she scanned the kitchen floor out of the corner of her feline eye,
I became fascinated by her calm, steady gaze.

Once having assessed my meagre, modest, means
She walked straight back out the door she had walked through.
And out of my life again.
Leaving me to gaze at the space she had deliberately left behind.

 

One response

  1. Reblogged this on Tales of Sedition and SUBVERSION and commented:

    This is the latest, better version.
    Can anyone else feel the submerged story emerging?
    This is really a very sad and lonely story if you can feel it inside you.

    Igor

    Like

    July 29, 2018 at 8:53 pm

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