More Scared Than Smart
ruckus on my porch
perked my ears
last night
at the wicked hour I
flicked on the light
to hear
thumping and
chairs rattling
but in my window--
--no body
wayfaring thief
or wandering troll
must be hiding
crouching down
I know
more scared than smart
I opened the door
"Hey! Who the
f***'s out there?"
rumbling round
the side of my house
a fat javelina came
running out
and about eight more
on his tail
what the h***
little baby squealing
barely bigger than
a chihuahua
lost it's momma
and headed for
the road
and certain death
"come back" I cried
more scared
than smart I
ran after
and stopped
in my drive
when momma
came out
and met my eye
her little precious
found her
and its sibs
and left the danger
as I did
backwards climbing
steps to my door
"you could
do more,"
said the sweet city girl
I roll my eyes
"build a little
house for them
on your porch."
more scared
than smart
I smile at
that pretty voice
mute my phone
let out a laugh
unmute
"Yeah, I should
do that."
And along the way
catch a Starling
and teach it
to say
"nevermore"
all night and day
it can perch
on the porch
with the javelinas
and keep the
thieves and trolls
away
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2023
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