Miss Priscilla

Disheveled hair, wiry and gray an old lady hovered past my house each day. I ignored her when she passed by wondering what possessed her as I sighed then in my own focused diligence I slinked fast away, uncaring in my ignorance. Wasn't sure where she lived but wondered why in the world she seemed so encumbered. Then one day when a little cold set in I stepped outside my homey bin and there lay bird wings on my mat and slipped away some stray gray tabby cat. Then as I queried in my beleaguered mind that old lady waved, not surprised as to what I was to find. There along the shade of the door's edge just below the fully defined hedge lay the gathering of leaves and papers torn five kittens hiding unseen and newly born. The old lady grinned, scooped them up and smiled their mine she said as if they were her own child.