As if our meddlesome somebodies Can mimic God with His own light
Like skunks in the night
we stalk our garbage bins
for left-overs and open prey
We ride on moonlit metal lids
of half eaten take-out
and greasy ketchup fries
We rule alleyways and backyards
always in the blackest corners,
we reign in the timing with the moon
and hold fast the sun
As if we could do such a thing
As if our meddlesome somebodies
Can mimic God with His own light
We try burrowing the day star
Under a bed of stink weeds
and a white ruffle of black fur
pattyv
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funny, well written
What an interesting and lovely response to this prompt. We see skunks all over Martha’s Vineyard in the summer. They are increasingly bold and we have to be mindful not to run afoul of them. They are fat and happy, for there is plenty of garbage for them to forage through. You’ve captured them well here.
Patty, you have a pleasing, concise, poetic touch, and your scavenger’s viewpoint on darkness is interesting. Thanks for posting!
Delightful to read your poem Patty, welcome (or welcome back) to Retro!
And thanx for my new-found appreciation of God’s stinky little creatures!
Thanks for the lovely poetry!
Loved the poetry. It is creative and a break from the rest of us who looked at this prompt literally.
That was fun and imaginative!