Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2235676-The-Visitor
by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Entertainment · #2235676
Now he's been with me ever since
The sun was shining bright that day,
the rain had finally stopped.
Put on my shorts and favorite T,
slipped on my old flip-flops.

Slapped sunscreen on my face and neck
then grabbed my baseball hat.
Before I pushed on out the door
I stopped and fed the cat.

I climbed into my trusty Jeep
and turned the key to start.
It struggled to get going then
gave out a moaning fart.

Engaged the clutch, threw it in gear,
then rolled the windows down.
Turned on some music way up loud
and headed out of town.

I didn’t even have a plan,
just had a need to go.
Hey, maybe I would end up in
some place I didn’t know.

I drove six blocks before I braked,
pulled over to the side.
Yeah, there was something nagging me,
some voice from deep inside.

Something was buzzing in my head
just like a pesky gnat.
Then all at once it came to me!
I didn’t own a cat.

I turned my car and headed home,
my head was filled with doubt.
Hey, did I really have a cat?
I’d have to go find out.

And there he was as big as life,
just sitting on a chair,
looking like he owned the house
without a single care.

Now he’s been with me ever since.
That’s how it came to be.
You could say I adopted him
… or he adopted me.

© Copyright 2020 Norman (jimmynee at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2235676-The-Visitor