A LITTLE BIT OF PUSSY IN THE NIGHT Winter solstice two thousand and ten. Geoffrey Collins 6-7-2010 Winter solstice two thousand and ten; I was out for my early morning walk. midwinter’s very dark at 6 a.m. I went down the hill to the highway Where the wind blew icy enough to numb one’s face, I walked determined to get that morning exercise But did so with complete lack of grace There were three long streams of traffic Darkened cars with headlights ablaze Off to the city---- they seemed strangely determined, with heads down, into the wind, as I was; -----------At least I’d shaken my half asleep daze. Fifteen minutes .--- I’d had enough I turned my head for home My fingers were numb, my nose was dripping. But the wind at last on my back. How could this be good for old codgers? And the ---stiff,--- gasping--- climb up the hill still to come. Suddenly I noticed a black shadow, on the footpath, ----- not all that far ahead. For a second the old heart pounded a little faster. It’s spooky all alone , that time in the dark! I stopped! But then a plaintive and somewhat flirtatious meow! And a large black pussycat smoodged up against me warming my leg, as only pussys know how I’m a bit of a softy for pussycats and she knew it. She-- perhaps he--- could read me like a book. Then another meow that plainly said; “ I’d like a nice warm drink of milk in your kitchen,” So I gave pussy a scratch behind warm furry ear. “not this morning pussy .”I said. “at least, not today”. I lifted my head,--- swung the walking stick, And went more cheerily on my way.
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