Visitors

Visitors of any sort are always fit subject for a narrative.
Here's a poem about a chance sighting of the unexpected
and the mental sojourn that ensued.....

If Anyone Could…

There were two of them on the road.

The headlamp picked them out.

Not in a bit of a hurry.

“Can I take a pic?” you ask.

Teens photo everything these days -

Not a second undocumented.

“No,” I say,

“Maybe they’ll still be there when you get back.”

The last I saw of them they were on the grass verge in front of Lulu’s-

She’d make short work of them.

The headlamp was on the blink-

It’s a wonder we spotted them at all.

It’s a wonder He didn’t notice his broken headlight

But He never notices anything-

Never replaces lids on jars, tubes, bottles-

His life one long endless 

Spill. I was thinking recipes on the way back-

Duck à l’Orange, Paté Fois Gras, stuff like that.

It would take a bit of skill to wring necks and pluck feathers.

And if Anyone could - He could.

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016