Monday, January 28, 2013

early morning

Right on the cusp of a
new day
as night gradually
gives way to light
as silence
is disturbed only by the
ticking clock
a single car driving by
the hum of this computer
and random creaks

I imagine the one that got away
his tiny steps made louder
in the dawn
finding a resting place
as his bedtime approaches
belly full from his
nighttime excursions
dodging the bullet
disguised in a peanut-buttery smell
of temptation
curling-up in a little ball
to sleep the day away
in the comfort of a warm
borrowed home

until dusk calls on him

that peanut-y goodness
can be denied
no longer





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