Amid the musky attic shelf
(rat infested, I might add)
a Swiss cheese box from years ago
(remnants of some rodent's feast)
is begging for attention so
(I start talking to myself)
I peek inside, my heart a drum
(perhaps my voice will scare them off)
with shaking hands I dig within
(I hope no mouse surprises me)
a Polaroid I find therein
(survived the rat attack, I guess)
that clearly screams "print me" at once
(a picture of the Rat King?)
I follow through to my surprise
(I'm now humming very loud)
are Grampa B's smiling eyes
(a treat well worth the other threat).
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Poetic Bloomings
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Laurie,
ReplyDeleteStrange things happen at strange places. Very enlightening verse!
Hank
Thanks, hank. This is fiction (thank goodness).
ReplyDeleteI like the way that was written...the alternating lines. good one!
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