Sunday Scribbling

This weeks prompt is “Bump in the night” how appropriate right?

Here’s a short little poem

The lights are out

You look

Nothing there

What could it be?

A cat?

A dog?

Or something else?

You try to talk yourself out of it

“there’s nothing to be worried about”

You say even though you know

That it’s that time of year

And anything can happen

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2 thoughts on “Sunday Scribbling

  1. I cannot count how many many times I’ve “tried to talk myself out of it.” Fear has a way of choking the wind out of you.
    Nicely done.

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