You can’t take a step,

Man nor beast,

Without a leaf

Hitting you in the face.

Such blow the

Autumn Winds,

In from the sea,

Scurrying across

Partridge Island,

And swirling ’round

The Lighthouse.

Paw the kitten

(Already spooky himself

All black

With one white mitten),

And already spooked

(It seems to me}

By an approaching



And twists

And turns

In the air,

All paws off the ground

When leaves hit

Or nearly miss.

Paw the cat

Will sleep well


I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}