A Strange Smell – a story in 100 words

In a dark corner of a tiny room,

sat an old woman rockin’ in the gloom

of a rundown cottage nestled in the wood

with her flea-bitten cat, Only if Ya Could.

In the wee hours of each lonely night,

she sat there a-rockin’ grippin’ very tightly

to the worn-out arms of her rockin’ chair

as she heard them a-scamperin’ up and down the stairs.

“Only if Ya Could, catch that nasty vermin!

You low-down feline, I’m givin’ ya warnin’!”

But Only if Ya Could just lay there a-sleepin’,

as she listened to the rhythm of her rockin’ chair a-creakin’. 

Kay Salady Poetry

Image Credit:  sodahead.com

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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