'magic Carpets Are Real'

I went for a walk and there, at the side of the road was a carpet; looking old, unique and interesting, I picked it up and carried it home. I laid it out on the floor, it was worn, tattered and forlorn; yet, it held a certain beauty to me, so I spent several hours cleaning it. My Pearl Kitty sauntered into the room, and seeing the carpet stretched herself out; so I came to lay beside her kissing a soft head, and caressing her fur until we fell asleep. Over crystal clear lakes we flew, into lush green valleys and forest we drifted; settling beside a cool rippling stream, the carpet had taken us to a Nirvana land. Just me and my special "loved one" Pearl Kitty, thank goodness, we never fell off, I whispered; we explored and played for hours it seemed, then lay on our magic carpet and flew away home. ________________________________ August 5, 2012 Poetry/Narrative/"Magic Carpets Are Real" Copyright Protected, ID 08- 4114-18-05 All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Magic Carpet Ride sponsor, A Skat, Judged 08/2012 First Place _______________________________ Featured Poem Week Of April 1, 2018