Animals Seek Me Out

I was not the party, but I was the listener at the party Steady streams of people sat to tell their stories Not only at parties, but on street corners and buses. I was a pied piper, drawing them in. It was not my initial plan, but it happened. Waitresses told me to scoot over. They sat in our booth and told me all about it. It used to drive my husband and children nuts. I was not aiming to become a pied piper. It happened gradually; animals sought me out also. Not only dogs, cats and birds, but raccoons and opossums. I have those hazel eyes that say “I care”. I don’t mean to lure everything to me, But they gravitate to me and tell me their stories. I wait until they leave to write them down Into poems and songs.