Heidi's Hepcat Haven



Poems & Prose

Ode to the Pilot

Attack of Immaturity

Inner Child

The Heirloom

Hepcat Haven

Drop Me a


Inner Child

And he let out a yell
As he ran down the dike,
A child once more
With the coming of night.
Across the mighty Mississippi River,
The city glowed.
Stirring up the youthfulness in his soul.
Atop the German cross,
A red light flickered.
The church steeples towered along the eastern lines.
The sight of The Big Easy quelled his mind,
As the remains of the sun kissed
The rooftops good night.
But as the light fades,
The city lights glow.
He crosses over to that wondrous side,
A man once again with the child inside.