Across the tracks,

dusty homes line the streets.

Zoey the ally cat,

soaking up the July sun.

Watching the fat robins,

fly from fence to trees.

Day by day,

turns to years.

Scratch and scrap,

scrape and scratch.

Turning nickles to dimes.

Old Glory waving,

in the early morning.

Gold star hanging.

faded in the front window.

Old lonely Hank.

bented shuffles off to work.

First a bowl of milk,

and an ear scratch for Zoey.

Today,

no different.

Turning nickels to dimes.

In the land of Milk and Honey.