AS STARS SLEPT The night had kidnapped the moon, stars sleeping, Unable to stir, Street-lamps stood drunkenly extinguished, inert, Without fire in despair, She made her way along the dark alley, the breeze Her only companion, Shivering, holding her breath at the shrinking, sculking Encroaching shadows, A black cat, eyes afire, his domain intruded upon, it Hesitated and moved on, A hand in hers, she shrieked, he smiled softly against Her cheek; A chain-link fence, their secret place, tryst such a coy Yet romantic word, Suddenly black fur, gnashing teeth, bodies hurled against The fence, Two pairs of yellow eyes, howling, growling, he gripped The fence and howled back, They backed off and shimmied down, panting, whining; He grabbed her hand, they ran breathlessly back to the hotel; A moment of memory sadness, time to move on, to live new Lives, as the old stars slept.
GEORGE CARRICK, Cramlington.
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