The Cat In the Mist

The evening sky’s darken, falling slowly to the ground, Soft mist is filling the air with a whispering sound. A dim light from a lamp post exposes something down below, It’s a sleek black cat with a shiny coat moving very slow. I’ve never seen the likes of it, a smooth sophisticated stroll, Gazing upon him I question myself, is he tired hungry or cold I watch this silent creature move down the cool wet street, I wonder if there is a home, a someone waiting for him to greet. Perhaps he lives in the city with a pack of other cats, Or possibly he’s a loner and stays near the railroad tracts. If I knew for certain that this little guy lived all alone, There would be no hesitation for me to take him home. Author Eileen Clark