A Street...Tonight
A lonely light illuminates my street
And transforms a quiet bundle into a gray cat,
Its fur glowing in the pale light from the sky.
She scoots over my shoes
Right in front of my feet,
Tripping me as I walk abroad tonight.
The moon is shining bright tonight.
Bathing in moonlight, the street
Provides a guide for my feet
As well as showing mice for the hungry cat.
Gray in the daylight, my shoes
Are now black in the midnight sky.
The weatherman says there will be clouds in the sky.
But he was wrong tonight.
Disturbing the silence with their shuffle, my shoes
Make clouds of dust in the unpaved street
As I follow the paw prints of the stalking cat,
Erasing her tracks with my clumsy feet.
I leave the walking to my feet
And devote my attention to the starlit sky.
Brushing past me, that cat
Is still hunting mice tonight.
Perhaps she will have better luck down the street.
But as for my shoes,
My poor worn-out shoes,
It is all they can do to cover my feet.
With twists and turns the street
Runs ragged beneath the sky.
No one is out tonight
Except me, the mice, and the cat.
It is a poor hunt for the cat,
As the mice flee the squeak of my shoes,
Deserting their holes for tonight,
Making me watch where I put my feet.
They pull my eyes from contemplation of the sky
And focus them back on the street.
Down the street, a mouse is captured by the cat
And the clouding sky dulls my shoes
As I follow, knowing my feet still have far to go tonight.
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