The Linnet's Wings Summer 2014 - Page 70

When I was a kid, there was no Internet To connect the world, we simply talked Or didn’t Sometimes I listen to the warble voice Of local radio personalities Just for old time’s sake (a phrase That, when used appropriately, marks Age almost better than rings in trees) This morning, the familiar commentator Announced a cat had been lost The cat’s name was Chainsaw All the way to work, I picture people Well-meaning neighbors, helpful kids Walking up and down the street Calling Chainsaw repeatedly, listening For a faint meow in return.