The Foolish Eavesdropper

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #111 - What's That Rustling in the Eaves?  "eavesdropping"  (posted by Kim)

Under eaves
surrounded by
oak trees, a boy
crouches
in silence,
listening
to voices
threatening
violence.
Shall he
call the cops,
admit
to eavesdropping–
wrong place,
wrong time,
he thinks. Dare he
creep closer,
find the source?
Through the window,
scene unfolds
on television.

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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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14 Responses to The Foolish Eavesdropper

  1. robtkistner says:

    Call anonymously, though don’t know if that is possible?

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  2. Ron. says:

    Ha ha. ya got me. Well done.

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  3. robtkistner says:

    Wow Sara, I drifted away on my thoughts and missed the very last line — smiles… 🙂

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  4. Ingrid says:

    Nice atmospheric poem with a great twist at the end to break the tension!

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  5. Beverly Crawford says:

    You drew us all in and then had fun at our expense with that last line. Well done!

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  6. kim881 says:

    A foolish eavesdropper indeed, Sara! But we don’t know what he was doing in the eaves in the first place. What a twist in the final lines!

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  7. sanaarizvi says:

    What a brilliant twist at the end! Love this, Sara 💝💝

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