The Hanalooloo Cat of Barcelona
It was unusual to see what before made me boil,
like the boundaries of my birth- sweet American soil.
Dispatched from my cradle that couldn’t quite rock,
assigned to Europe where the Catalans talk .
In the caverns of side streets I used to dwell,
by the spray- painted garages to dead to tell.
It was unusual to see the homeless woman with
her honalooloo cat,
who sat with her faithfully on a cardboard mat.
Together, they frequented the tourist area trap.
The cat wore a flower necklace hoping to attract cash.
Yet nothing was thrown to them but cigarettes and trash.
It was unusual to see these suppressed thoughts.
Once daily visions, are now like past moths.
The unusual memories-you’ll always know.
Those things you see-thanks Barcelona!
POW member from Pottsville, PA, USA.