Night has fallen….

He opens his eyes
Now out on patrol
Checks out familiar places
He knows just where to go.

His eyes of green reflected,
As a car comes round the corner
He ducks down and turns away
Fearful … he moves over.

Cabbage leaves, carrot peels
He’s hit the mother load
He eats his fill, then heads back home
Afraid someone will see him.

His furry face, his claws so sharp
He moves closer​ to the ground
Not wanting to be harmed
He cannot make a sound.

Suddenly he looks up
A dog barks in the distance
He has to hurry now
He has to pay attention.


Image from Google Images: fineartamerica.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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