Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Moans In The Night

 

Startled from sleep

Slumber deep

But not enough to ignore

The sound is in here

Where I live

Alarming

Hart pounding

Body moving before I could see

Clearly

Detect it

Where

What

Open the door

Staring in the box

Close it

Open again

Yup, this is it

Shaken half out of my wits

The fridge

For real?

Didn’t know what to do

Can’t call maintenance at 1:30 a.m.

Certainly don’t want to see them

Don’t want to hear their whines

The lightbulb turns on so dim

In my brain

Longing for rest

Yet

Down to zero the setting goes

Will it turn off?

Click!

Moan stops

Worried no

Give it a sec

As back up again it’s set

And clicked back on

Without a sound

Well, nothing unusual to speak

Food safe

Wide awake

Thanks a heap

Folded clothes

Threw something in to dry

Now pour some wine

The good kind

Ease my heart

Get back to sleep

 

 

 

 

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I’m a self-published author of two books, a blogger, grandma, mom, auntie and friend... I’m also a TEFL instructor, have lived in a few other countries besides the US. I love walking, cooking, reading, traveling, teaching, learning, language, movies, vampires, mummies, zombies, other assorted creatures of the night, science fiction, romance, action, adventure, classics, Latin, Soave, Chianti, D’Abruzzo, Ouzo, Sambuca, Bulleit Bourbon, Plato, the ocean and tanning.

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