Beyond The Fence Watching, waiting, anticipating. I hear the ticking kitchen clock. A car rolls down the street. I hear its engine stop. I peak through the curtains. I know you cannot see, so I must say I was surprised to find you staring back at me. I've seen you walk the streets before, wandering all hours of the night. You often open your mouth to sing. Sometimes you even get into fights. I'd see you digging in the garden, or perched upon the stoop. It was quite surprising on that dull, dreary day, to find you on the other side. It seems you'd scaled the fence. I saw your head above it rise so very quick--you came and went. I rush to grab my camera, but it is too late. For when I returned, you'd already turned, and a picture was not in my fate. I'll hope you'll return one day, and peek your head up from behind the fence. I miss seeing you, dear alley cat. I wonder where you went.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
Inspired by the many feral cats that roam around my neighborhood.
Poet Loiterer is D.L. Lang's fifth poetry book. This 180 page collection features nature poems, protest poems, spiritual poems, and story poems.