I approach my house
Single light illuminating
Not much beyond the porch
And as I glance down the side
Along my house
In the dark
A vague crimson haze
Bloody mist
Which whispers with the wind
Coalesces with help of memory
Just a bush of Azaleas
And as I stare
A moment longer
Something stirs
Against the breeze
And eyes peer out
Feline hiss
And she runs away
Oh how my mind plays with me
Making monsters
Of every shape
Kitty cats make everything better… what a charming poem. – tsk
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