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Haibun: Some Wild Thing


Some wild thing roves outside my door. It always comes at twilight. It moves stealthily among the shadows, zigzagging, never in a straight line. It is so swift—like a meteor’s flash or the whirling rings of Saturn—that I barely catch a glimpse of it. But I know it’s there—a constant presence as night comes on. Does it mean to harm me or to help me? I’m not sure, so in order to sleep I check the door locks and chains once more.
 

The Book of Bad Luck—
why do I keep reading it?
I know how it ends.


 

Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher 

 

Alligator Near the Tree: Silly Songs for Sunday


Alligator near the tree,
Are you peeking out at me?
What will happen if I blink,
Alligator in the sink?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
The firecrackers fizzle out after getting wet.
The outline of the walrus becomes a silhouette.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
These hobbits cannot walk straight,
Yet silently they glide
On their hairy little feet
While weaving side to side.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Would you prefer I signal
With a spark or with a flame
As I contemplate the traits
That make you wild and not tame?

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #168
 
More Poetry Pantry #409 at Poets United
 

Safe

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~~ 1 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
one straight line of a love note
hidden in a book
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
the limit of her patience
with its fraying edge
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
a lane ensconced in shadows
somewhere in south Wales
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
safe from prying ears
the sound of wasted water
dripping down a drain
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
all the pornographic parts
snipped and snapped and tossed
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
forgotten case of whisky
underneath the stairs
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
the old farmhouse east of town
where black widows weave
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
a single grain of sugar
underneath the bowl
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
children hidden in the reeds
near the river’s bend
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
the way that leads from bondage
through a parting sea
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
safe from prying ears
the sound of Gaza’s mothers
weeping for their dead

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #213
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 173
 
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “Safe from Prying Eyes”