The Lady Down the Lane
The lady down the lane,
was a grandmotherly type,
whenever we walked by
she would always wave and smile,
an owner of at least ten cats
each roamed the neighborhood,
appearing at our doors and mewing,
because of them the mice were fewing.
One day the lady down the lane
no longer smiled and waved at us,
her rocking chair sat empty on her porch,
a family member did a welfare check
and found that the lady died in her sleep,
as she was counting cats and sheep.
March 19, 2020
Copyright © Sonia Walker | Year Posted 2020
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