From the Window. Poem. Contest Entry

From the Window


What is Miss Across the Street doing?
Following around a wiggly Kobicha brown delinquent
Tapping feet
Crossing arms
Back against the sprinkling rain and frosty breeze
as car after car whiz by

And I
Window watcher
Meet the green eyes across the street
The Persian waiting in the Venetian curtains
Ears point out to each side
Bent near to broken in dismay
Red
Around the pristine white fur of his neck
a collar that matches this stranger
who is taking a dump in his front yard

We both look away as the unmentionable is collected in a tiny heart covered bag
Humans do this sometimes
to show tribute
How sad for the Persian
And even worse
She's leading this hooligan
to their happy home

I make a mental note
to leave a dead mole on their doorstep in condolence


24Lines/140 Words