Saturday 28 December 2013

That Raccoon That Raccoon Part 2


To the door I’d skipped
To see where he had gone
A flash of a furry tail, into the laundry
Through that hole in the wall.

I slept rather well that night
But rustled ‘tween my sheets
I dreamt of my mysterious little friend
And when we would again meet.

Woken by the song birds
Sun through the window a trickle
Sandman in my eyes, he was
What is this feeling so fickle?

Rubbing the dust from my face
I saw perched to my right
The book open at once upon a time
It must have been a dream last night

“Once a upon a time” ?
I thought as I poured my cup of tea
What a funny thing I felt
I was sure I met him and he had met me?

In the garden I seated
Amongst the viney greens 
To start a tale once told in time
‘Tween the moon and the sunlight seams.


Eyes sewn to the dawn
T’ward the end via the middle
When a furry bit of furr flew out
From a page marked with a riddle

The wind softly whispered
In the tree a rustle of leaves
I sat quiet as quietly could be
It was a game of hide and seek

Looking up and all about
Something took me by surprise 
There he was sitting propped
Amongst flora in diguise

Reading on together 
We sat in the story swimming 
Dancing in the paragraphs
Afloat the unknown beginning.

> Wolf 






Friday 20 December 2013

That Raccoon That Raccoon Part.1


He got inside he did,
Tried to swat him with the broom.
He smiled at me cheekily,
As he scampered to my room.

How did he get in here? 
Did he come through a hole in the wall?
Maybe the crack in the corner?
Or did I leave an open door?

The chase was on, 
On the desk I did hop.
All the books on the floor they fell, 
He squealed as I did; to no stop.

I opened my eyes, 
To a silent sound.
Where did he go? He’d fallen motionless, 
I 'm scared as I looked around.


I kept myself sitting,
On the vintage wooden table.
I had to wait for my little friend, 
So I began to read a fable.

It was all that was left, 
All the rest had fallen off.
Stranded I sat and cleared my throat,
Uh humm, uh humm I did cough.

I hoped he wouldn’t notice, 
That I was trying not to notice him.
But he knew very well what I was doing,
And he stayed silently dim.

With a sighing realisation,
That I’d have to have some patience. 
The first line read, then the next,
A chapter I’d made an acquaintance.

With a slight turn of the eye,
Saw my friend peep his nose.
Still I kept on reading,
I knew now he was hiding under my clothes.

Chapter after chapter,
I found myself lost.
In the pages, between the lines,
I forgot my legs, and they’d turned to knots.

As I shook my limbs,
And stretched out my book arm.
I found my little friend sitting staring,
On the bedside next to my alarm.

He said hey there,
With eyes big and round.
He tilted his head as if hinting,
Why did you stop reading, I liked that sound.

I smirked with a smirk,
And he smirked right back.
I read on with the tale smiling, 
This creature has warmed, my voice had a knack .

We sat with silence,
Only with word of this book.
He sat over there on the ledge,
Me on the table tucked in a nook.

As my tired eyes lulled,
His did too.
It was enough for tonight, 
The owl was outside in a coo. 

Paws tucked under his chin,
I moved and stepped on the chair.
Looking his way wondering,
Will he run? He is giving me a mighty stare.

The carpet touched my toes,
Goosebumps layered my back from the cold.
He sprung from the bed, down the hall; 
Even though there was more of the story to be told.

 -Wolf 














Saturday 7 December 2013

It is.

FRIEND if all these verses die:
Soon will you, and soon will I
But, if any word should live,
Then that word to you I give.