'Twas the night before Christmas
When our hounddog got suspicious
Not that he was in the least bit malicious
But he did smell something deviously delicious
As he caught the cat and the fieldmouse
Up in the penthouse of the jailhouse
Together lovey dovey playing house
He wasn’t going to make a fuss
As long as there was enough for all of us
Of that champagne in the morning with citrus
submitted on November 20, 2018 for contest THE NIGHT BEFORE sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 7TH
Categories:
fieldmouse, animal, christmas, dog, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Snow falls the velvet gown
my hand imprints its deep pile
as if a memory
footprints of a fieldmouse slide and circle
a figure skaters choreography
the sun rises from above the cloud
as if a growing flower
in winter shine crystals glisten
are they glass beads or pearls?
Categories:
fieldmouse, introspection
Form: Prose Poetry