Almost 4 a.m.
now
batteries and candles.

The dogs are hiding 
under yellow end tables.
 
Trying to find a lighter 
for the ca….
!!!* ˌänəˌmadəˈpēik *!!!
It sounds like it
feels like it smells.
I guess the thunder 
scared the puppy.
 
Walking to the bathroom 
muted thunk of heel
on throw covered
hardwood.

The pirate walk

in the dark,
right foot, toes in the air.

Where I grew up
it was how we 
named luck.

 
 
                          * I had a different poem, this one kinda just landed
                                               on the floor in front of me.