~*~
Passing Steps

I see everyone that passes me.
What colour shoes they wear,
Whether they have stockings or pants on.
They don't know they are being watched.
I hide in the dark, away
From the bright sunlight,
For if I happen to step out,
Someone will either scream or kick me away.
Squeak.
The gutters are cool and damp,
Not hot and humid as where the humans walk.
I've watched for a long time -
People passing.
I can tell what they are like
Just by their steps.
Some steps are sturdy and sure,
Others walk quietly, quickly,
Avoiding any notice.
I can relate to these people,
And perhaps, if they stop
To think about me some day,
They might be able to relate
To me, too.

Author's Note: Could you guess from whose point of view this came from?
It's no secret, but it would be interesting to see what people think.
Truly,
Soleil Antoinette