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
Image: http://montanabel.gallery.ru/watch?ph=0sl-cTavC
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Eileen Clark (Pseudonym) (
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A fine write Eileen.
Hi, thank you.
You lovingly captured that feeling we all have wondering about that wandering creature... wonderful atmosphere! And where did you get that painting?
Hi, thank you and here is the link for the painting. organizationallyimpaired.tumblr.c...
The painting inspired my poem
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