The Rougarou

The Rougarou

Somebody told me
To put thirteen shiny Pennies 
On my window sill.
To ward away
The Rougarou
They say he can’t count past twelve
Being dim
So he just keeps counting 
The Rougarou does,
Over and over 
Until the sun hits his back
Scaring him back to the shadows
Safe.
I put out the pennies
For the Rougarou
Just as I was told
But the sun never shines
In my darkened depression 
So the Rougarou
Never left.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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