Night Pet

nights monstrous noises
breezy odiferous waifs
signs of hairy hunters
howl less tip toeing in
snow, watching just
before morn, soon to
move on you, leaps
off mountain as you
turn, shooting selling
its pelt to the state as
studies prove wolves
coyotes blended into
vicious slash/ers of
sissy pets & children
stalkers, taking down
your cattle, would
have petted the big
Sheppard looking dog
searching for tags, city
woman geek, through
 &through, hirsute men
of Smokies' laugh &
glad to see, one less
hairy night pet carcass
from my side of the
mountain. Eyes opened.

Murder, Thought We Wed?

Thought you would be the last
Left a strange, unusual past
Guess you never meant to be true
Since you bid me, utter adieu


I was only looking for you
I was just a game for muse
sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry,
for offending you, in the lorry


unrequited pain, real year of terror
shall you return, I look in the mirror
why you are unable to be a friend
know you erred, everything did blend


forgiven you are, even when you said
horrendous things, thought we had wed
more or less, so alone I am instead
murder, or stress, a heart is stone dead






(In response to Karin Boye & A Bad Girl) shared with
Real Toads hosted by Bjorn after reading his post.
Also shared with Poets United @ Poets Pantry after reading
a post by Mary, who hosted today!