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The Cold Light of Day

I watch them come, I watch them go By night and some by day Learning all they need to know To keep their fears at bay These humans fear the ‘everything’ That they don’t understand The dark, the past, the future And the ‘anything unplanned’ But they don’t know the half of it For if they ever did They’d lock their doors and stay inside And some would flip their lid All they need to do is look And if they could believe They'd see the truth of me And know their learning did deceive But then they’d call me fairy tale Or horror movie prop And some might call me fancy dress And then their hearts would stop But human brains just white me out And they don’t see me here Unlike the figments of their minds That in the night they fear I dwell in this cold light of day Few humans dread the light My pantry might be sparse for me Were I to hunt at night I watch them come, I watch them go I watch them stand in line Today I’ll let the quick ones go The slow ones? They're all mine

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Date: 10/20/2022 1:56:00 PM
wonderfully creative, terry! the ending is perfect!
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Terry Flood
Date: 10/20/2022 2:31:00 PM
I actually have no notion of who or what is ‘hunting’ in this tale. I would ordinarily try to imagine the ‘perpetrator’ but as he/it goes unseen I decided to let that slide. Glad it worked for you, Ilene. Terry
Date: 10/20/2022 8:38:00 AM
You gotta love the 8x/6a/8x/6a quatrain. Sings in the head, flows and flows. As for the subject matter, I suspect a lot goes on that we never observe, and we likely would sleep with an eye open for evermore if we did! Enjoyed, Terry
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Terry Flood
Date: 10/20/2022 2:36:00 PM
You know, it’s a strange thing. When I write, I never decide upon couplet, quatrain etc, it just goes as it goes. Obviously, once it goes in a direction, I’ll follow that through. I do tend toward quatrains because… I just do. Glad you enjoyed, Jeff. Terry

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