Holiday Surprise

Written for:  The Daily Post

Left home
in a hurry,
worried about
arriving late.
Thanksgiving Day–
we had the pies.
Hours passed,
and we said our
goodbyes, stuffed
and sated. Opened
front door, called
to our cat, Jake. Nothing.
Where could he be? Back
downstairs, a faint meow.
From a closet, accusing
emerald eyes peered out.
Poor little guy spent
Thanksgiving locked
in a closet. After
that episode, we make sure,
before leaving the house,
to take note of where
our animals are.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Holiday Surprise

  1. Naomi Byrnes says:

    Loved this adventure … kitty’s and closets. And can I guess – has he wandered back in there again another time? Mine can’t seem to help himself, even after being stranded there more than once!


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