Rain on cedar

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