at two a.m.
dogs bark sharp–
deer outside
window. i stumble
into pups who run
so fast they glide
across smooth
pine floor,
their nails
click-clack-tap-
clatter-scramble.
i punch in code–
they jump, yelp
more, squeeze
out as door
opens. in dim
moonlight, we
see deer leap
over paddock
fence. soon,
pups rush back,
one-by-one,
settle down.
ritual event
ends well–
all safe–them,
me, emerging
sunflowers.
and deer.
so glad tonight–
no skunk.
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I really enjoyed the warm sense of scene you built here, the vertical form and “ends well–/all safe–them,/me, emerging/sunflowers./and deer.”
I can relate to that!
I smiled through this (well once it seemed all was going to be “okay” 🙂 )
I enjoyed the 3-3-4-5-5-4-3-2-2-3… Well you get it since you wrote it! Clever and home-like.
Even the sunflowers unscathed!
Thank you!