El Gato

El Gato ___ Padded feet on deserted streets After-hours as others sleep With half Moon hidden Behind clouds and trees stripped of leaves. Familial walks of solitude and classic etude's Whispering in tall Fall grasses Fences blending shadows into the night. As Life's fabric of mystery weft and weaves. There are gardens of purple hush With no access for trespasses Only stone pillows for the restless and the lost That wander the forever in dirty sleeves. The air smells of dogs of war Avoiding the whore of death That tempts my contempt of the pleasures Society so eagerly receives. Being alone is my preference in life Not the cackle of woman and bleating sheep Or those that would lie in wait To destroy dreams and dawns of precious sleep.