Peace Under a Streetlight
Across the street a gray and white cat stations itself on a square of sidewalk and waits for me to open my front door. We are both hungry, he for the food I scatter, and I for the purring comfort of trust. It is our streetlight ritual where peace isn’t bound by rules of separation. ©Susie Clevenger 2020 #napowritmo2020 Day 18 Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - stations Sometimes poetry isn't a grand work of wording...It's the echo of honesty. Real Toads - April 2020 - Day 18 Flash Fiction Friday 55