Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Sonnet #94

It happens so fast, the creatures sneak in
They make their home in convenient places
They hunt and eat and chew the shoelaces
The drywall, the cardboard, the wires and shims
Everywhere they creep they make a home
To camp until they have to go away
Everywhere they slip they try to stay
No one wants the chase and fear and roam
Find a corner, find a hole, find a homey stone
Find the paths that keep you safe and warm
Find the food that makes you well, and atone
For all the times the fear has come, charm
the neighbors if you can, but know the bone
will gnaw, the cats will come, the rain, the storm.

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