Welcome To The Neighborhood!

Kat

3 bags full of groceries

cradled in my left arm

while the other

fumbled for keys.

Tried them both.

They came running,

barking at me.

One

a dark toy dog

looking onward more

in curiosity than anything.

The other hand reached down

and scratched behind the ears.

An older looking boxer mix

came up.

"He's harmless,

he has no teeth."

Keys back in the pocket,

my hand reached down to pet him.

"My name is Kat."

I told her mine.

She leaned in for

a european style kiss.

"I live right up the street.

You should come out

and have a cigarette."

The old white washed wooden

stairs creaked as I went up.

Items arranged

I went back out.

She was

gone.