More Than the Cat

When working in a garage late,
I heard a funny sound.
The workshop lift had just begun,
To rise up from the ground.

Now it was late and only me,
Should still be working here.
To hear the lift ascending up,
Was very, very *****.

I put my tools upon the ground,
And ran to find out who,
Was in the garage late at night,
And what they meant to do.

I was the only on site mech’,
I had the master key.
I knew I’d locked the garage doors,
So wondered what I’d see.

I reached the entrance to the lift,
And looked through it’s cage door.
It still was going upwards,
Up to the second floor.

I raced up both the flights of stairs,
To meet it at the top.
But when it reached the place I was,
It didn’t even stop.

It went back down immediately,
Though I had clearly seen,
That nobody was in the lift,
Now how could that of been?

I raced back down and waited,
For it to end it’s ride.
It stopped, quite empty on the floor,
Now I was mystified!

This lift was meant for carrying cars,
Controls contained within.
The padlock still hung from it gate,
To stop folks breaking in.

Electric problem, I then thought,
So checked the safety switch.
The master box was turned to ‘off’,
Was this car lift bewitched?

Mechanics always find the fault,
I tried the lift controls,
In case the switch was faulty,
And had shorted out it poles.

But nothing that I did that night,
Would show me anyway.
A lift with nobody, nor power,
Could act this funny way.

The lift responded normally,
When power was turned back on.
A shiver ran right down my spine,
Just thinking what I’d done.

This garage was the place we lived,
We had a ‘breakdown’ flat.
But now I knew we shared it with,
More than the garage cat!

Ivor G Davies
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Merryman Avatar
June 18, 2015 at 6:28 PM
That was one spooky place you lived and worked at, Ivor. I enjoyed reading your work. Love, KIm
Horn Avatar
June 18, 2015 at 6:24 PM
Ivor, Well written with great imagination. I have two calico cats I often write about myself. Jim Horn
Davies Avatar
June 19, 2015 at 8:36 AM
Didn't need imagination for this one Jim, not an incident one tends to forget in a hurry! Thanks for reading.... Ivor
Konos Avatar
June 18, 2015 at 5:07 PM
Good Ivor.....
Davies Avatar
June 19, 2015 at 6:19 PM
Not quite as 'in depth' as the blog Judy but I hope it does the incident justice. Thanks for reading...... Ivor
Allison Avatar
June 18, 2015 at 4:33 PM
wow this must be the spooky garage you have been writing about Ivor - I hope there is another installment in this story it is quite gripping:-) hugs Jan xx final stanza should be 'place' will remove this comment when you alter it:-) xx a 7 from me
Allison Avatar
June 18, 2015 at 4:57 PM
That is true Ivor :-) Hugs Jan :-)xx I do hope their is more to this saga - would make a great spooky book:-)
Davies Avatar
June 18, 2015 at 4:53 PM
Thanks Jan, Corrected it, thanks for letting me know. No need to remove the comment it shows we can help each other... Ivor
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