Be careful what you ask for

The light from the windows of her hundred-year-old house streamed out onto the lawn late that night in February. The light reflected the shadow of her silhouette behind the curtains of her second story bedroom. She was watching me, I knew, as I stood next to the fence across the street and waited. I had been here every night for one hundred days, in rain, in fog that came up off the nearby sea, and on clear nights. It was the key to the door of her heart.

I wondered if she would ever recognize my love for her. At first, I had sent her notes, then candy, then flowers, first one, then a half dozen, then a dozen. But she ignored them. When we had last spoke at our high school, she had urged, “Please don’t.”

But I loved her too much to give up and I knew she would come to love me. It was fated to be and only a matter of time.

Each night I watched her father arrive from some late night appointment and go into the house. He was always going and coming at night. But why? Why did he do this? After all, he was a successful lawyer who had an office downtown, open for appointments all day long. Why did he need to be out this late every night?

One night her father walked out of the house and headed for his car. I looked at my watch. Eleven o’clock. I decided to follow. I hurried around the corner and jumped into my old beat-up green Buick. I started it, then sat there. Her father backed out of the driveway and headed east.

I pulled in behind him, about twenty car lengths, and tailed him. We drove for thirty minutes or so until we came to an old rundown warehouse. He parked in its parking lot, next to the three or four other cars there. I pulled to a stop a block or so away and watched him enter a side door into the building.

I got out of the car and walked over to the partially lit parking lot. I went around to the side and listened in through a half-broken window. All I could hear was the sound of barking dogs in the distance. I pushed my ear closer to the window. Then I felt it. The cold metal in my back. It was a gun.

“Come with me,” the man behind me demanded and grabbed me by the neck and shoved me forward. Before I could turn around to see who it was, I was forced through the side door and into the warehouse. Before me stood several men.

“I caught this outside,” the voice behind me said.

“Welcome, Mr. Benedaro,” her father greeted me with a smile.

I was pushed toward the group of men and forced to drop onto my knees. I was in the center of a circle of these men.

From behind me, I heard her voice. “Now, Father?” she said.

“Yes, Daughter,” her father said.

I turned to see a large wolf, charging me with its teeth bared.

“What the he…,” I screamed as she bit into my neck.

Paradox

Everyday’s a little bit shadow
Everyday’s a little dark
And when the night comes
She will break your heart

The river’s always rising
The sun sinks into the sea
On the horizon
Distance is close to me

Forever is a long time
When only a day will do
The road you carry
Is the you that is you

It’s a long winter’s night now
And the snow is on the ground
Soon the world will melt
When spring comes around

Cat-ness

Crazy little cat
Crazy little cat
All cat with your cat-ness

You sleep when you sleep
You purr when you purr
You eat when you eat
You is and always were

Crazy little cat
Crazy little cat
All cat with your cat-ness

A meow is a meow
A tail is a tail
Cat talk and cat speak,
“I’m really very well.”

Crazy little cat
Crazy little cat
All cat with your cat-ness

A tongue is a tongue
To use for cleaning
Then you’re lying down
For some cat dreaming

Crazy little cat
Crazy little cat
All cat with your cat-ness

The sun is a friend
Everyday, everyday
Its light a lullaby
Everything’s okay

Crazy little cat
Crazy little cat
All cat with your cat-ness

The moon comes out
You’re ready to play
To jump and you run
And to have your say.

Crazy little cat
Crazy little cat
All cat with your cat-ness

Nuptials

Inspire by Psalm 19.

Each dusk Moon appears,
a bride dressed in light.
Stars carry her train.

She walks in radiance
the aisle from evening
toward the dawn

and the altar of morning
to meet Sun, her groom.
Along her journey she smiles

upon Earth and her children.
And Earth returns her smile.
Flowers bend her way.

Trees raise their limbs,
toasting her generosity.
A rabbit gazes

awestruck by her beauty.
And a couple
strolls along the Seine,

bathed in her blessing.

haiku for the day: slowing down

Ever walk down a city street all lit up with light. It is such a world of wonder. Our eyes take in the magic and tears well up. It is such a beautiful scene. All that light and beauty. Especially after rain. Could it be that there’s a whole world out there that we never imagined? And it’s just for us. Makes us wonder why we don’t just stop and take it all in. Instead we hurry to our latest destination.

the city street lights
illuminating darkness
fairy candlelight