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
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