Twilight Kitty

Down by the cypress tree, that hangs so low, through the meadow, that does so grow, and into the towering and winding woods. There the old mid evil church stood. Not one single soul would dare! Not even a glance towards there! They say lost spirits, sit in broken down pews. Waiting to steal your soul from you! Old legends and stories told, timeless superstitions that people, still hold. As the sun begans to turn gold, I like to take a little stroll. Houses all lit, their fire places a glow. Children asleep, tucked in their beds, I know, and off to the church I go. In awe an wonder of the beauty around, I tip toe across sacred grounds. Not a thought to what if the legends were true, I walked up to the doors and right on through! A brown and white kitty darted out passed. Jumping and frolicking in the grass. Paying no mind to me, off it ran, happy and free. I smiled to myself contentedly, and continued to look around, see what I could see... Stainless glass windows, and the old rugged cross. Folders, and files, bibles and candles, all tossed.Laying on the floor, carelessly sad, I thought. But then something more struck me! Tranced like I turned around, to the pictures in stain glass and found! A small brown and white kitten, and a man on his knees, crying, and praying, it looked like desperately! Closer and closer the picture pulled me, until I could make out the face, the image was me! Out through the doors, I ran into the woods, through the meadows, past the old cypress tree. Into the town, people who were walking around...Yelled and Screamed, and pointed at me! ! ! Down the streets and alleys I ran, only because I couldn't understand! Why were they pointing and yelling at me? Their eyes glaring all fiery. As if I had done them harm, raised my voice, or an angry arm. Frantic, and startled I ran aimlessly, Right into the public library. There the story did unfold, for hanging on the wall behold! The same old picture, as in the stain glass window! Underneath a plaque did read...The story of a man turned into a cat! Because, the legends he didn't believe! ! ! And in the reflection of the pictured glass, I did see! A small brown and white kitten, only this time with a black, tip tail! Where I Should or used to be! ! ! The plaque went on to read... How the kitten dipped his tail in ink. So he could tell, the legend to all who didn't think. To believe his tale, to be true! ! ! Signed in ink, , , Kitty! Mew...