Dean Meredith


Stray Cat Café - Poem by Dean Meredith

On a dreary day too poor for a name,
He dragged himself down to the little café,
Flat white and a paper, always the same,
He fumbled for coins and something to say,
His hand struck silver, but his mind no gold,
The coffee machine frothed a mocking hiss,
His soft fingers touched the counter so cold,
And there she was, a sunny shining miss,
All glowing with life and lighter than air,
Pink lemonade cheeks and strawberry lips,
A chef’s hat hiding her blonde wistful hair,
Uniform jealously guarding her hips,
As soon as she smiled, his fears departed,
And that praise God was how it all started.


Comments about Stray Cat Café by Dean Meredith

  • Gold Star - 17,485 Points Kim Barney (10/5/2014 6:37:00 AM)

    Nice Poem. I hope the name of the place is not an indication of what's on the menu! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 94 Points Aman Arora (7/3/2014 6:29:00 AM)

    I like the description. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,966 Points Smoky Hoss (11/26/2011 1:32:00 PM)

    What fun! We need a sequel to find what happens next! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 431 Points Patti Masterman (11/14/2011 8:53:00 AM)

    What an adorable piece. I think I have fallen in love with the Stray Cat Cafe. Wish that I could go there right this instant, teleport myself in to watch the drama going on. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 26, 2011


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