Having fun with poetics prompt at dVerse poets today…join in!
first big snow of the season,
school buses absent on the road
it’s late morning and time
to break out decorations
from the dust in frigid attic.
after i rearrange mysterious closet
clutter on deep stairway
up to attic, my son unlatches
strange little door at top,
hunches over to squeeze inside.
he mumbles something about mice
which i choose to ignore and
wait for him to reappear
with the first box of
green garland, tinsel, and shiny balls.
the long Christmas tree box comes
out first with a squeaky – Got it, mom?
and holding up the other end
i see two hand-sized
furry paws, matched claws.
i’m surprised by round ears and
beady eyes where my son’s face
belonged; i’m ready
to exclaim shock
as i grasp box,
then find i’m balancing with my tail…
a poem in my pocket 
Dec 03, 2015 @ 15:28:12
I looked again with a a start ,,,and was startled! Very good!
Dec 03, 2015 @ 15:40:26
Thanks for stopping by to read my blog 🙂
Dec 02, 2015 @ 10:30:11
I! SO! LOVED! THIS!
Dec 02, 2015 @ 11:01:36
Thank YOU! Sherry!
Dec 02, 2015 @ 10:15:35
Lovely… if I have to change, let it be a mouse.
Dec 02, 2015 @ 11:00:28
😀
Dec 02, 2015 @ 01:08:29
Aw, shucks, you are such a natural at this! Just loved this fun (yet disturbing) story.
Dec 02, 2015 @ 04:49:40
I have a fun, if disturbing, mind 😉