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

approve.

 

*Photos taken at Evergreen Washelli Funeral Home and Cemetery

May 19th 2008

The Lonely Bones

RDP Monday: Melancholy

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I stood over the shaded gravestone

and I wondered if

back in 1906

had someone stood here and cried

” Don’t go, wait for me. “

the way my Grandmother had cried over my Grandpa’s grave

and I felt bad for the box of bones beneath my feet

and my heartbroken Grandmother

because I knew then, as I do now

nobody waits for you

in the end.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday at Starview Heights

First published October 2020

Reprinted for Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Artist Tom Thomson

Winter Stroud  could tell you what the days in Starview are like-

she could tell you about  two of the little cottages on Main Street  that have curtains hanging in the windows even though there is no glass in the window frames and about the Post Office in the back of the General Store .

The  cashier’s counter in the store is still near the wall, though wood rot  has eaten away at most of it  and that spinner rack that used to hold comic books and romance magazines still stands next to it, though it is a little rusty and tilts to the left.

The Post Office has a bank of mail slots behind it’s own counter and Winter Stroud could tell you how six of them hold letters that have been waiting patiently  in their dusty cubbies since  1940.

She could tell you about the diner next door with the tables and booths  and untouched by the elements and time and how not a single stick of furniture has been moved since 1940- except for dust. It’s covered everything – but dust is bold and fearless and it goes where it wants to go.

Winter Stroud could also tell you that at night  Starview Heights comes back to life like clockwork- the shelves at the store fill with goods and the soda pop machine hums on and starts to chill the dusty empty  bottles like it supposed to do.

Next to the two cottages, houses and buildings  all around town  claw and tear themselves up from the ground and after the dirt falls away and settles on the grass,  the lights turn on and you can smell  dinner cooking  and hear doors and windows opening and closing too.

Winter Stroud could tell you all of these things because when Starview Heights was just a patch of land covered with trees she was already there,   she was there in 1940 when  all but a few buildings and the sign advertising  Mallo Cups disappeared into the earth. She was standing in the middle of Main Street when the woods took away the only roads into town with everyone on it who was trying to leave-

you could ask Winter Stroud.

You’ll probably find her in the diner at the counter reading a comic book from the General Store.

She will be there, a lonely though content spectre passing the time in Starview Heights.