scary night sounds

scary night sounds



he hears the night woods

soft sounds as well as scary


different from day woods


he lies in his cold bed

in cold room

hears frozen trees

grinding against each other

in the cold night wind

a hard unpleasant sound


hears distant sounds

far away in the hills

is it the sound of a wolf

or a coyote seeking a mate


owl screeches in an old tree

is it wise

why are they known as wise

when they just sit and turn

their heads almost totally around


wonders if he could twist

his head almost 360 degrees

would he be wise

what if he could fly

what if he ate mice


neighbors dogs start to bark

howling into the darkness

do they know something he does not

finally there is only a whimper


he drifts off to the sounds of the wild

wondering what morning will bring



◄ the tattered old man on Christmas Eve

little NYC hotel on 23rd street (1980s) ►


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clyde McCulley

Sat 2nd Jan 2021 21:12

Thank you Keith for your words of encouragement. I am new to poetry, having always been a visual artist and professor of visual art in the university from which I retired when I was in my early 60s. I am now going to be eighty in March.

The first poem I ever wrote was about 6 months ago, so I am looking for critiques and help. I am enjoying the creative juices which it stirs in my soul, as it did in painting and photography.

I hope you have the chance to read some of my other endeavors.

PS I live in Portland, Maine

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keith jeffries

Fri 1st Jan 2021 19:44

This poem has the ability to take the reader straight into that forest. The hallmark of a true poet.

Thank you for this


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