By Ruth P.

By Susan

Outside the wind is whistling and the cars are rushing back home in the streets, store lights shutting off. You can hear the sound of rushing water. In the yard the ball sits still and in the trees the birds start to fall asleep. In the music room the instruments sit still. I love the night.

By Malcolm

I was sitting on the sidewalk contemplating how to get the cat to hang out with me, when I thought of something. With bags in arm I slowly scooted over to the kitty and realized that I thought no further ahead than scooting. The fur baby  was in sight, when I saw something odd about the cat, the left ear was dark as midnight, the right was orange as a tangerine. This cat was split down the middle with a pitch black cat on one side and a tabby on the other. I rubbed my eyes in confusion forgetting the existence of allergies and my face felt as if I smushed it into the sun. the rustling trees and passing cars must have been laughing at me as I just decided to go full in and pet the cat like it was the first cat I've ever seen. 

The kitty sat there like a lazy little blob in the sun getting scritches. It rubbed its fuzzy face against my hand, certifying myself as its own. And as fast as it had come it got up and zoomied away leaving me in a cloud of fur and allergens. I wept at the moment partly because of the fur in the air and how the kitty touched my heart.
By Marion