A wild thing sits at my door
Craving spirals past my defences
Tip toes over the mat
Skids along the floor
I’m not sure where it came from
Or when
No use standing here wondering
I’ll sit down on the stair
Wait for it to come out from in there
As long as I don’t feed it
Perhaps it will leave
But the scent of dry grass…
Soon…
Ah, perfect Kate. An unwelcomed guest brings a surprise and awakens a sense~becoming more welcoming. Your words are powerful, my friend.
My idea it was, to go hiking, slipped in and now won’t leave. It’s the middle of winter and a full moon, but the smell of dry grass ..
ahh now I see: I sensed that it was an intruder of some kind — but not the idea of a great hike : I thought maybe something to do with the weather —
Wonderfully evocative, Kate. The possibilities here are endless, which I love. Last night some nocturnal visitors (definitely not coyotes) came around beneath our open windows and startled me from sleep. I didn’t recognize their voices. I guess raccoons growling at each other in some dispute, but I don’t know. I did, though, relish their presence and the way it roused me from dreaming. (I dreamed of Prince performing Purple Rain after being narrowly criticized for his personal style. ??? 🙂 )
So beautiful and effective!!!
Thankyou Luisa 💕
You’re most welcome, dear Kate 🌹
I just LOVE this line!!!!!
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“As long as I don’t feed it
Perhaps it will leave”
It’s a thought thing isn’t it? I refuse to feed thoughts that are unhelpful
Absolutely.. smart cookie you are❣️
Lovely 😻
Thanks Yassy x