Closing In

Glistening eyes

Staring

From behind.

The clock ticks.

The dog howls

In the moonlit night.

Running through the street,

I search for you.

Close your eyes

And count to ten.

Listen to the beetles

Fluttering and buzzing

Around the porch.

Nothing ends

Like a funeral.

A simple type

Of dark words

Closing in on my face.

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Tasty

Have some pancakes.

Walk the dog.

Wash the dishes.

Nearby is true.

Close the door.

Quiz tomorrow.

Relax yourself.

Climb the mountain.

She is here.

Close call is scary.

Funeral ending.

Fried foods are tasty.

Looey Is Missing

Looey is missing. I don’t remember

When I last saw him. I know he was

Laying on the new pillow that Jackie’s

Mom made for him in the afternoon.

Sometime he went outside, and that

Was more than 24 hours ago. I hope

Nothing bad happened to him. Jackie

Said someone told her that there are

Dogs in our neighborhood that kill

Cats. I went around two blocks near

Our house and spoke to people who

Were outside. I knocked on several

Doors and rang several doorbells, but

Most people didn’t answer.

Taking a Chance

Don’t know the outcome

Until it’s too late to run.

Trapped in a trailer,

No, flooding isn’t fun.

How many days

Will we go without power?

How many times

Did they say get out now, or else?

Storm surge is wicked.

Never seen such a thing.

It filled up my house,

And might just drowned me!

They said we should leave,

But we’re taking a chance.

Maybe God will intervene

To save a smarty pants.

Dusk on the Shore

Coast into the sunset.

The sea gulls cry out one last time,

Swooping down to scavenge.

Down the beach, a campfire blazes.

The water rolls up on the shore.

Fishermen bring in their nets,

After a day’s work is done.

A young boy in a straw hat

Reels in his fishing pole,

Closes his tackle box,

Picks up his bucket of fish,

And heads home in the dimming light.