Come a little closer. People gather ‘round. Open up your ears and listen to the sound.
I know a jazzy tale sure to make you say “whoa!” A-one and a-two and away we go!
In a skinny alley by a lone streetlight, a twinkling orb, in the dark of the night,
That shines in the center of buildings so tall, where alley cats roam and creep along the wall.
A man leans back upon the streetlight’s pole. He snaps his fingers to the rhythm in his soul.
He’s lost in his music, and the alley cats sway. They sit by his side. Never will they stray.
Yippity skippity hop bop cha. Bibbity Bobbity la dee da.
"Milton Pratt, the Duke of Scat" is another of my texts that uses a musical rhythm to add to the reader's experience. - This from the girl who can't dance... Milton has an odd ability that most folks don't appreciate; the feline demographic, however, does. Milton stays true to his talents in this quirky, lyrical piece. ...skippity bop, see ya! -A
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