Twilight Kitty Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Down by the cypress tree, that hangs so low,
through the meadow, that does so grow, and into the
towering and winding woods. There the old mid evil
church stood. Not one single soul would dare! Not even
a glance towards there! They say lost spirits, sit in
broken down pews. Waiting to steal your soul from you!
Old legends and stories told, timeless superstitions
that people, still hold. As the sun begans to turn gold,
I like to take a little stroll. Houses all lit, their
fire places a glow. Children asleep, tucked in their beds,
I know, and off to the church I go. In awe an wonder of
the beauty around, I tip toe across sacred grounds. Not
a thought to what if the legends were true, I walked up to
the doors and right on through! A brown and white kitty
darted out passed. Jumping and frolicking in the grass.
Paying no mind to me, off it ran, happy and free. I smiled
to myself contentedly, and continued to look around, see
what I could see... Stainless glass windows, and the old
rugged cross. Folders, and files, bibles and candles, all
tossed.Laying on the floor, carelessly sad, I thought. But
then something more struck me! Tranced like I turned around,
to the pictures in stain glass and found! A small brown and
white kitten, and a man on his knees, crying, and praying,
it looked like desperately! Closer and closer the picture
pulled me, until I could make out the face, the image was
me! Out through the doors, I ran into the woods, through
the meadows, past the old cypress tree. Into the town,
people who were walking around...Yelled and Screamed, and
pointed at me! ! ! Down the streets and alleys I ran, only
because I couldn't understand! Why were they pointing and
yelling at me? Their eyes glaring all fiery. As if I had
done them harm, raised my voice, or an angry arm. Frantic,
and startled I ran aimlessly, Right into the public library.
There the story did unfold, for hanging on the wall behold!
The same old picture, as in the stain glass window! Underneath
a plaque did read...The story of a man turned into a cat!
Because, the legends he didn't believe! ! ! And in the reflection
of the pictured glass, I did see! A small brown and white
kitten, only this time with a black, tip tail! Where I Should
or used to be! ! ! The plaque went on to read... How the kitten
dipped his tail in ink. So he could tell, the legend to all who
didn't think. To believe his tale, to be true! ! ! Signed in ink, , ,
Kitty! Mew...