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I awoke
throwing myself out of sleep and blinked at the early cool dawn there he stood as if he were waiting with a preternatural intelligence he said to me I'll be here long after your kind is gone his stare was steel and his eyes looked at me as if he was looking down a gun barrel and I was at the other end of his site my mouth hung open but not in fright it was awe his disheveled bushiness his scrawniness gave me pause he persevered I hope in spite of civilization's' unkind thoughts and laws I went to the refrigerator and threw him a rare piece of roast he ate it in one swallow the pink in the sky was forming maybe it was wisest then for him to clear out he bobbed and then, turned himself in a semi-circle as if he had reigns high-stepped and light-footed off his paws barely touching the ground I saw him then hunker down hiding in plain sight near honking on-coming traffic it took only a few bounds for him to cross and ditch humanity the dusky dot of him disappearing into his own infinity I realized then I was holding my breath with great relief I sighed leaving a thin puff of air which disintegrated like a small cloud before me turning then I thought of bed and shelter. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/EARLY MORNING OBSERVATION 7:53AM 2/19/2020 TIME DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD TO MEMORIALIZE AN ENCOUNTER EARLY SATURDAY MORNING NEAR 5AM FEBRUARY 15, 2020 Vote for this poem |
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