Photo Credit: forgottenman
Abandoned
Grass sways by the abandoned house
I cower inside––a trembling mouse
exposed to the bright flash of day
when all else has gone away.
First my father, then my mum
go away and never come
again to shelter, feed or love.
Life is a winging mourning dove
that makes us and then flies away,
making green grass into hay,
the flush of life and then decay,
a harsh light turning shadows gray.
Life swells like paint–a curling blister.
It peels away my older sister,
then also takes my younger brother
and never comes to bring another.
A shadow passes over me.
A sparrowhawk. I dare not flee,
for life is mainly perilous.
It makes us just to feed on us.
Outside I see the preening cat.
It waits for me––patient and fat
in tall grass by the abandoned house
wherein I hide–a trembling mouse.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt is Timid.
A very evocative piece Just
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Judy * 😅
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xox
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😂😅😎
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This is wonderful!!! I’m glad you found the pingback
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Thanks, Martha.
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Beautiful. Will share this in my seasonal blog tomorrow. https://bewareofcreepyhouses.substack.com/
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Thanks, Donna. I will check it out.
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This is fiction, I hope?
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Yes.. just tried to slip into the mind of a mouse. I was alone in the house while my dad mowed the field next to it so my imagination wandered.
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As a cat, I would find it impossible “to slip into the mind of a mouse,” but it’s awesome.
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You are a cat? Explain.
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What – you didn’t know? Big black cat, sometimes a black panther LOL
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