The Home Coming by Jules

A house Sketched inky black Against a moonlit sky. Velvet roses dark and sultry Flatter the arum lilies Candle glowing, near the pond. And jasmin Scatters a million phosphorescent stars Whilst frogs croak, And giddy moths inebriated In the perfumed night Flirt with the blushing honeysuckle Clinging to the mossy wall. Then a cat, pale and ghostlike, Leaping from the ferns Like a phantom ballerina, Dances and twirls with fireflies And moonbeams In the dew drenched grass. Then all at once, There is a hush... Frogs mute. Cat scampers... A gate creaks. Footsteps sound along the path. A lamp lights up in an upstairs room. A flimsy curtain flutters On a new born breeze A face appears. From who knows where A sweet voice whispers very close, 'Welcome Home, my dear'. © 2000 Jules