Captivated
The call
sent shivers up my spine
and raised the hairs upon my neck ~
frozen, pondered on what the heck
its owner liked to dine.
A twig
shouted its betrayal,
bending, snapping under pressure,
made my terror that much fresher,
awaiting my assail.
Shadows
passing across the moon
identified her in the night,
a fearful, magnificent sight;
I near gave way to swoon.
The rush
of blood still in my head,
fearing to take another look,
I shut the pages of my book,
turned off the light for bed.
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An Argonelles, quintains of 2/6/8/8/6 with a rhyme scheme of abccb. PS needs a generic Quintain, IMHO.
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