The glowing moon fades through my window as I try to sleep. Tossing and turning, I watch for creepy crawlies ready to pounce or bite, ghosts in the walls playing tricks and scaring kids. Rumbling, thumping, and clawing comes from my closet, petrified I jump. I close my eyes again and try to sleep telling myself it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. My heart starts to race as the closet doors suddenly jerk open, as a creature as fast as lighting springs onto my bed, claws out. Laughing at myself, I notice it’s just my cat.
The Closet Dweller
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Happy
This is a poem of hope,
a poem of peace.
It is short and sweet,
simple as a bird going tweet.
I just want to say
Covid please go away
that is all I have to say. -
You're Job Is A Tree
You glow in the day,
A shadow at night.
As kids climb you they scream with delight.
The sky turns pink, gold, and red.
You sit there watching. With nothing to be said.
You bloom in the spring,
And loom in the winter. -
In my blood and veins
I have water in my blood and veins. My long hair always whips in the wind and rain.
Twirling and falling drip after drop.
Water.
In my blood and veins.
I'm a water bug.
I shoot to amaze.
Water.
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