I leave for school,Strolling with my mother.My tiny pink backpack is slung over my shoulder.It is a crisp, autumn day.All the leavesChanging pigments.My motherConstantly reminding me toWalk faster.To keep up with her,I drag my little feet along.Into the dirt they go…And there! As I round the next corner,I hear a faint tinkling.It’s not my imagination. I spin aroundAnd lay my eyes on it!Yes! It’s a brown-and-white tabby!Mother scolds, “Mia, keep walking.You get so distracted over little things in life.”As our walk progresses,I still hear the tinkling, sweet little bells ringingfrom the kitty’s neck.Every few seconds I turn my head around,Checking to see if the tabby is still there,And it is.As I check back one last time, my mother says,“Mia, we’re here at Linden. Hurry up,Or you’ll be late!”“Bye, kitty!See you tomorrow!”