The Street Where I Live Poem by Robert Eckstein

If a suckered tentacle should beckon from an alley you pass by,
Or in a darkened window, there's a single glowing eye;
If you lie awake at one and hear dull hobnails in the street,
Or in your darkened bedroom the pitter-pat of tiny feet;
If the flowers in the garden snap at your ankles as you pass,
Or purple cows are grazing in a field of orange grass;
If all these things are things you know, you've moved onto my street,
And I'll nod both heads in greeting any time we meet.