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The Brief Tale of a Neighborhood Cat |
A twisted rhyme by harlan thyme Tom was someplace out of sight all day. It wasn’t till sometime in the mid-evening He would be seen on the wall of a neighbor’s House, just sitting there looking at the moon. He would do this in all phases of the moon. Just sit and watch the heavenly orb make its Trek across the sky. He was silent in his form Of observation until early in the following Morning. It was about three when he would bray like a jackass, howl like a wolf, yell like Tarzan and shout like a traffic cop. If any of the neighbors were upset or at all Displeased about Tom’s racket, there was No outward manifestation of anger or Frustration. Most everyone in the area Knew about the cat and would leave him Be. One of the neighbors left food, water And occasionally milk out for the feline. By morning the food and milk were gone. This routine went on for several years. Then one of the neighbors sold their house And moved. The new people moved in. On the first early morning of the new Neighborhood residents, at about three Fifteen, a shoe flew out from somewhere And knocked Tom off the wall. |