Like a feral cat slinking through shadows
the nondescript waif seeks his prey,
crosses to busy street, jostles crowds.
Nudge and dip. Nudge and dip.
The two-step pick-a-pocket waltz.
Wallet trashed, enters corner butcher shop
whistling a tricky tune.
Sustenance savored, emerges,
mustard rivulets on chin and wrist.
Sits on bench, licks fingers and smiles.
Yellow eyed languid cat prowls neath boy,
rubs against too short pant legs.
Drops half-eaten rodent on littered ground
curls inward atop boy’s left foot
and basks in sun.
Photos taken yesterday in Lisbon – older men in neighborhood; graffiti on city wall. Beautiful city! Lisbon, Portugal dates back to the 6th century.
lillian the home poet 
Marvelous!
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Many thanks!
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Thrilled to see you here! The poem is a feast for the senses and the pictures are a marvel! So glad you are able to share 🙂
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Thanks Jill! Having an amazing trip—hard to connect to post and/or read though. We did not encounter any pick pockets in Lisbon but, as with all travel, common sense prevails and somehow this post came to mind. Chatted a bit with the domino players — they were enjoying themselves,😊
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Look forward to your scrapbook at the end!
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I check almost every day for a new poem. I was in withdrawal. I think Jilly said it best “feast for the senses”! So vivid.
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Ah, many thanks Adda. Harder to post when onboard a ship! More will be coming. We sail into the Norwegian Fjiords tomorrow – is supposed to be very beautiful! And long days of sunshine!!! ❤😎
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