Nocturnal Prowler
A move anticipated to stave madness
Remote and vast to cure a sadness
Descending upon ones weak soul
Lifted sorrow with each day's stroll
Room to roam the great outdoors
To read of Doyle's haunting moors
And then a neighbor quite by chance
Upon returning to the manse
Waited kindly with disturbing news
Of heinous acts he could not excuse
Perpetrators not yet caught
Impending danger never sought
Do not confront, was his advice
He didn't have to tell me twice
Anxiety building, I questioned why
I'd moved to open space and endless sky
For in the blackest black of night
I was awakened by something not right
Was I dreaming or did I hear
From peaceful slumber to abject fear
Threatening sounds outside most certain
I hid behind the window's curtain
His grotesque shadow, the moon did cast
My heart beat the fastest fast
With every step he came nearer
Chatter of two became clearer
Had he an accomplice to this crime
The imagination worked overtime
Intake of breath as our eyes met
One eternal moment of regret
Behind a masked desperado's face
There was no recognition, not a trace
The mind whirled with what awaited
Only a glass pane separated
Nocturnal prowler deathly still
Robbed me of action, my freewill
For the dexterous fine fingered fiend
Whose menacing thoughts I gleaned
Turned and bolted out of sight
My only thought for mornings light
Following footprints from the woods
Whence they returned with my goods
Strewn rubbish lay all about
Life's embarrassing secrets out
From the garbage funerary sacks
Those coons were kleptomaniacs!
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoetryI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
