Poetry

Daily Prompt: Creature

The creature of the night tears through my trash can and leaves nothing but footprints as it leaves the scene of the crime.

I put up traps and somehow you know where each and everyone is and still do some damage.

I even put up cameras to watch to see what you are and yet you move too fast for the camera to record you.

I give up on trying to trap you and I start to put my trash somewhere else and at first you do nothing but then the footprints come up to my back door.

I didn’t know what you looked like until one night I saw you looking back at me and you were huge and black with bright yellow eyes.

I didn’t know what to do but at the moment I just stared back and then I felt your sadness and decided something eating my trash wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me.

For I  don’t feel like I have anything to fear now and from now on I guess I can live this way with my huge creature of the night.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Creature