While You Sleep

Night trains howl

Into the soiled whine of coyotes

 

A gray owl alights

From an uncarved violin

Strung with spider gut and wind

 

Screeching storm and flash spasms

in sideways gypsy wing strokes

on the long bass tones of night

 

The unlatched storm window

bangs a dirge on the frame

A loose pane chattering in the tooth of it

 

Bella sniffs stiffly the taut ion air

Her black hackles up her black haunches low

A warning thrum her in throat - there's something in the yard

 

There's something in the yard

 

A backhand of a bag smites my left cheek

Red with startle and the wasp sting of sleet

 

"We better head in girl

We better head in"

 

Through the blind night strobing waltz of familiar rooms

To a bed warm with dream thrash and you

 

◄ A Song for the Slinking Jabberwock

On A Freak Warm January Night ►

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 7th Jul 2019 00:06

It's genuinely hard to keep up with your output, but another truly good poem Devon. I mean really good. You have a gift for describing the moment that's really unique..

J. x

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