Folks tell me you take in strays — one-eyed cat, three-legged dog, baby squirrel. So, when I see you leave the park, I follow. Struggle to keep up. Ain’t no spring chicken no more. And the limp’s real.
At last — reaching your back door, I drop onto your stoop.
Woof?
Meeeoooow?
Nick Di Carlo, erstwhile poet and inveterate story writer, has been knocking about this planet for seven decades and a bit. He’s taught writing and literature in universities on east and west coasts, in prisons and wilderness areas. Read his work in Muleskinner Journal, Flash Fiction Magazine, Guilty Crime Story.
Delightful read, Nick!
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