The Halloween Meow

One Halloween night I heard at my door a tiny meow that I couldn’t ignore. Although I was busy preparing for all the kids celebrating the fun of mid-fall, the sound kept persisting “Meow Meow,” insisting, “Please open your door to me now.” I opened my door, and looking so pretty there on the welcome mat sat a kitty. It hardly was bigger than my own fist. I bent down to get it. I couldn’t resist! I think it would say (if it knew how to speak) “I’m precious.” I held that small cat to my cheek. How soft was the fur of that black green-eyed cat. Bad luck could not come from a cat cute as that. At first I’d observed a small string round its neck with a small card attached and I’d thought, “What the heck?” Next I sat down with the cat on my lap, for that tiny note I just had to unwrap. In very small words like a child might write was scrawled “please keep me.” Oh, boy, a fight I’d soon have with hubbie, who would not be pleased but when my heart’s set. . . it must be appeased! Precious I named her and precious is she years later – the Halloween Meow meant for me! Oct. 18, 2020 for Halloween Meow Poetry Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke