Always creative Katya is our host for Poetry Friday today. Check out everyone's posts at her blog, Write.Sketch.Repeat. Thanks for hosting, Katya.
I sat out tonight, savoring the cool air
and there, there
moving by my fence,
trotting, slowing, stopping,
right there at the cottonwood -
Smaller than I’ve seen before.
I held my breath.
Maggie, the cattle dog next door
had to have smelled you;
she howled to her gate,
scrambled to get out.
I think that’s when you paused,
I imagined your look of disdain.
Wild wary creature,
I think you looked my way.
But it might have been the walker
laughing on his phone,
|So close to what I saw, except our park does have grass.|
coming down the hill
that made your head turn.
I didn’t want you to jump my fence.
You have your path; I have mine.
I exhaled so quietly,
wishing only for more time
But as that walker
moved on, so did you,
past my yard, around the corner,
up the hill.
I ran to the front,
out the door,
only glimpsing your
silvered in the moonlight,
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