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.