Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 314 Alert

2015-04-06 15.21.04Good Grief

Every neuron fires quick upon receipt of the first squeak,
But it is the scramble across my feet which alerts me
To the tiny creature you seek.
I screech and leap out of my seat as
The tiny creature flees from me, and squeezes
Between sheets and bleeds where your teeth
First embraced this sweet treat.
My heart skips a beat and we sneak a peek,
But you do not wish to repeat the same feat and retreat
Leaving it to me to sweep up your small feast. …Geesh.

-Krina Ulmer


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