........ ........ Past eight in the ev'ning....rainy sky Was out at the verandah...twas time To pull the second bar of the gate Street was a bit dark..........despite my dimming sight I could see shapes...sensed some presence...heard soft noises' Permeating the cool night atmosphere...three voices Four guests, as in past nights...waiting outside...
A rushing, and tingling of plates, ladles and pots The opening and closing of the glass door After a while, our guests were served late dinner Complaining.....in their own familiar way
Three impatient stray cats, kept meow-ing, The neighbor's dog...as usual...patiently waited... The brown-striped cat ran to the vacant lot And started licking her share of fishhead While the younger two, shared a single plate. They all contentedly, ate in silence...
After a while...one by one, Our regular guests disappeared Lost, in the dark....among the tall banana plants Sheltered themselves....somewhere safe, Their purrs, and hushed yelping, Faded...in the black distance... ::::::: ::::::::::::::::::: Twas time, to secure the bar of the gate, .....................time, to close for the night...
Sally
Copyright October 24, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...nights are rich with their sounds...something could be wrong, if we didn't hear their pesistent voices...