Day 9 prompt: write a poem in the voice of an animal or plant, (persona poetry).
Listen.
I hear danger over there
The man with a gun
I must beware.
Run.
Away from danger
That way quickly
so they can’t go.
Look.
For food. Hungry, always hungry.
Smell first. Then eat.
Taste.
After smell.
Is it safe?
Watch.
For danger move too close.
Away if another moves.
Rest.
When I can if no danger.
Horns mean danger.
Noise is danger.
Feel.
The wind, cold, rain.
Coming down on me.
Danger is everywhere.
Eat.
Find food. Find food.
Look. Watch more.
Trust nothing.
Around.
Turn. See and smell.
Eat. Look. Eat. Scratch.
Light.
I see light, but it’s night.
Look into the light.
What is the light.
That noise.
Silence.
Our Literary Journey 
And yet another deer, who was so careful prior to these night lights, meets its end.
Nicely done, despite its demise!
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Thank you, Dale. You knew. 🙂
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I did! My grandmother hit two of ’em… Not at the same time, mind you!
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We have many and I think they are dangerous (but they are so cute).
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I know there are way too many in Texas!!
They are so very damn cute but man oh man… How my grandmother managed to not get hurt herself is beyond me. The road up where she lived were curvy and dark and oh-so dangerous at night.
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A sad ending!
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