Something

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 17 Mar 2023

3 comments

Something

is coming – under

the door into my room-

at first it scraped

then moaned & hissed.

I ran to a window

but it was winter at

the old shack in the woods

frozen in

far from friends.

I knew it would get

me as it oozed closer

& closer.

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Fri, 2023-03-17 16:39

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Permalink Submitted by Tom Brown on Sat, 2023-03-18 14:44

I enjoy all your poems Richard but this one feels like it stops halfway? Maybe a kid's imagination?

Cheers! Tom

Permalink Submitted by Penny4athought on Sat, 2023-03-18 21:39

It hissed and moaned? so what can it be...the intrigue is there but I agree with Tom; there needs to be more of it. It has a great hook.

Penny4athought