Waiting
By Christopher Joseph Gautrau
Silent and lonely, I sit in my chair,
Reading and wondering when she’ll be here.
Out side the darkness is broken by light
Coming from the porch, thus helping my sight
As I search and wait for her to come in.
Alone in my chair, the house creeks and groans.
From what, I wonder, comes this house’s moans.
Perhaps it is time to check once again
Before I sit down with paper and pen
And record the moment for all to see.
I get up and slowly cross the wood floor,
And hope I’ll find her waiting at the door.
Low and behold, she is within my sight!
Chasing a moth that is giving a fight.
Maggie the cat has come in for the night.
