The Missing Package

A little black dress
Amazon said it has been delivered.
We look everywhere.
They said on the porch.

We clean the porch.
Unless it went down a mouse hole,
it is not on the porch.
We search the mailbox, even the garden cart
for they left a box of cat food in there once.

The garage was closed, and we doubt
they entered the side door with the
cobwebs that would make a hoarder shudder.

My husband calls them back.
They left it under the mailbox where the
robin has her nest.  

We do not use that.
It is the robin’s!
Sure enough, there it is.
Good thing it’s summertime.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Wolf Avatar
July 24, 2019 at 6:15 PM
You'd think delivery would know better not to leave it with the robin!! LOL. Funny. :) gw
Krutsinger Avatar
July 25, 2019 at 4:14 AM
In the winter if this would have happened the robin would have never forgiven them.
Romios Avatar
July 24, 2019 at 5:48 PM
Package Hunt! You know, Caren, it's refreshing after heavy poems. I like your lightness of being.)) Am waiting on a package, myself. Such fun. Panagiota
Krutsinger Avatar
July 25, 2019 at 4:14 AM
Thank you my friend; I try to write of day-to-day things then I do not have to look up words.
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