Daily poem: Terza Rima stanza 20

 

Dog sniffs, unsettled, senses with his flair

the nightfolk moving through the swaying grass,

the nightfolk hunting, leaving den and lair.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

14 thoughts on “Daily poem: Terza Rima stanza 20”

  1. I love how these short poems of yours set a scene.
    Animals know, don’t they?
    (Apparently there’s a poop monster that chases one of my cats.) πŸ™‚

      1. Sometimes after he poops, he races up the stairs from the basement like something is chasing him. I, of course, assumed it’s the poop monster. πŸ™‚

      2. Oh! That brings back memories of our first cat. He used to go crazy when he’d used his tray too. I never thought of a poop monster, just assumed he was mad. He was, but then aren’t all cats?

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