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. https://dversepoets.com/
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Call anonymously, though don’t know if that is possible?
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Probably not anymore.
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Ha ha. ya got me. Well done.
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Thanks, Ron!
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Wow Sara, I drifted away on my thoughts and missed the very last line — smiles… 🙂
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Thanks, Rob!
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Nice atmospheric poem with a great twist at the end to break the tension!
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Thanks, Ingrid!
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You drew us all in and then had fun at our expense with that last line. Well done!
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Thanks, Bev!
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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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Thanks, Kim!
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What a brilliant twist at the end! Love this, Sara 💝💝
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Thanks, Sanaa!
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