The Crow and the Cemetery Cat

RDP Tuesday: CROW

Over 15 years ago,

I think it was in May

a very curious crow

followed me from grave to grave

Photo A.M. Moscoso

He danced a little here, he danced a little there

when he cawed to me merrily,

it sounded like a purr

Photo A.M. Moscoso

But of one thing I am most sure

as we chatted and explored the graves

the cemetery cat

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Did not 

Photo A.M. Moscoso



*Photos taken at Evergreen Washelli Funeral Home and Cemetery

May 19th 2008

Please Go Away

Creepy Halloween Writing Prompts #3

I told myself that there was nobody out on my front porch.

I told myself over and over again that nobody was walking from window to window on either side of my front door, trying to peer through the gauzy curtains with the lace trim that my great grandmother had sewn herself about a million years ago.

I stood there, in my kitchen willing them to just go away, to not raise there hand to the knocker and to rap it against the worn and rusted metal plate under it.

But of  course they did knock on my door and they did  keep walking from window to window and I heard that person say ( oh no! they weren’t alone ) ” I don’t see anybody in there. ”

” Then go ahead and see if you can open the door. I’ll bet it’s not locked. ”

That’s a bet  you’d win, I thought to myself.

I heard the door creak open I heard footsteps whisper against the floorboards and how funny  it was that now the people ( not just a single person ) decided to whisper ” I told you, this place is empty. Nobody lives here. ”

I walked out of my kitchen and down the hall to greet my uninvited guests.

” Go on, there’s the living room. Let’s set up. ”

The hazy figures from my porch walked right up to me, and then they walked right through me- like they always do.

Ghosthunters, I thought to myself,

if they needed to feed on us to live, they’d starve.

Sadly, I must confess,  I am very good at what I do and I am never hungry for long.