The scent of rain on cedar
removes the self and moves the memory backwards.
Days of dark houses and cages of big eyed beasts
that carry the innocent look until teeth sunk in to tender skin
and the damp wet smell of tree bark pieces
perpetual job of scraping cages and cleaning glass.
I remember how we caught a praying mantis
and on a lark decided upon a battle of the big eyed beast
and the stick-like green alien.
Headless the stick moved after battle
just like the babies that were devoured
because the beast deemed necessity
to rid itself of itself.
Rain on cedar now sparks light
pleasant thought of peace
leaving the darkness of glass walls behind
and the foul stench of soaked chips for pets
that upon realizing escape could be had,
ran loose through the night
before a tired demise
at the hands of an unlikely sump pump
becoming the watery grave.
I drift in adult days and blurry haze of yesterday’s
and leave it behind beneath mulch on the path
walking forward from there,
from childish thoughts and nightmares
I reach dreams on the fly
staring at the falling drops
from the grey clouded sky.
Thoughts today for some reason kept revolving around rain on cedar and like my mind has a mind to travel on its silly paths, kept heading back to hamster cages of my youth, of darker days I like to leave behind, but perhaps to let it into the light here, I can move along on my merry way to better images and topics. Thanks for letting me vent out some not so nice things here my friends….but I most felt bad for the poor praying mantis…I didn’t know they were endangered, even in the 70’s…Peace and kinder thoughts, K