magic shop

What a strange little town we have parked up in,
I wonder if I could have travelled back in time,
the narrow lanes and old market place centre,
surrounded by old rooftops in a wavering line
bumpy round stones shining under our feet,
cats around every corner to meet and greet,
just as odd people walking up the street.

Through the cloaks and hats and docile cats,
see a pair of glimmering blinking emerald eyes,
in a black fur coat with sunset highlight skies,
turning with another wink and a swish of a tail,
waiting to lead me down the alley cats trail,
you run, I crawl along walls between fences,
emerge into light as the guide dissapears.

A lonely little shop sunk in between the houses,
of an old fashioned british looking village green,
many stainedglass windows shining either side,
then see magical wonders in the shop window,
daring myself to go on over and look inside,
not the fantasy ornaments or odd assortments
try to catch my eye and I see an old clock.

Stood in a corner is a clock like a puppet stage,
painted half blue and half starry midnight sky,
with a sun in the middle surrounding a moon,
as over their face, numbered planets fly,
numbers nothing like the roman lines,
so I couldn't even work out the time,
and the noise that it made sent me to sleep.
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When you have only small windows, daylight out,
birds can fly past & find you in sudden darkness,
the flickering light and sounds of frantic wings,
woke me up the sun was glaring straight at me, through a window with a stained glass sunset,
it lined up almost perfectly onto a cuboard,
the orange glass sun on its doors glowing.

Curiosity, made me follow a cat to an empty shop,
full of eccentric antique storage of all sorts,
curiosoty had allowed me to pick up a stray dog
who I had told to take care when we arrived here
who had now managed to find his way to me again,
who somehow had got into mysterious this shop &
was pulling at a golden knocker on the cupboard

It was the right height for this huge brown dog,
who was