Creature –
Howling deeply,
Creature whips its tail around,
and stares directly at me;
one sudden pounce
rushes in sharp,
penetrating teeth,
assaulting my bare face
in a lock-down.
Refusing release,
nerve endings numb;
so, pain blessedly subsides.
Bravely lashing out,
bearing vengeance,
my quickened fists meet,
but sheer nothingness.
Wide-eyed neighbors stand back,
generously holding out gifts,
from afar:
new, ill-fitted garments,
labeled, “Warning: Psycho”.
My confidence restored,
from bearing lovely, fresh attire,
Creature’s thrashing tail
gets jumped;
laughing out loud,
I, fly away.
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Powerful lines, Tamara.
xoxo
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Thank you! As you are such an exquisite poet, your words mean a lot to me. They really do. xxxooo
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Few comforts elevate more than warmth bundled, be it in the form of scarves, earmuffs or, indoors, a fleece blanket.
No wonder you fly away, Tamara!
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Yes, that’s why I do it… fly away. Creature’s fault, you see.
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This is nice! 🙂
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You are so kind. ❤️
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Thank you 🙂
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