Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #553
Words: against, star, flower, shot, beneath, beat, open,
prowl, growl, shelf, slip, crow
Beneath an open shelf,
a growl emerged. Hope
that raccoon and his
buddies are not on
the prowl, slipping
into the house
against my wishes,
he thought. On this
warm night of stars,
he could smell a flowery
scent of jasmine, as
he stepped outside
looking for signs
of entry. Zoom!
A raccoon shot out
of an egress terrifying
a nearby crow, who beat
his wings and took off
with a clamorous caw.
Maybe, I should move
to the woods, and deed
the house over to them.
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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Ha. Masterfully done.
There seems to be a lot of action in the night. Enjoyed your story. 🙂
Thanks for the comment at my blog. Somehow it was directed to my spam box. Blogger seems to be misbehaving lately.
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what a cute poem! made me chuckle. i have my own raccoon, he seems to think my outside trash can is his mini amusement park!
They just can’t stay away from trash!