Today’s Haiku

 

Roscoe

Hi! Roscoe here with today’s guest blog post and Haiku.

When Mom adopted me they told her I was found alone on the streets of Trinidad, a puppy of less than 6 weeks and starving.

I sometimes get scared of things I can’t see and Mom is real patient and loving with me when this happens.

Stormy weather.  Hate it.  I can feel the electricity in the air.  The room closes in on me, pressing me on all sides, choking me.

I can smell the lightning before it strikes, a smell like Mom scrubbing the sink.  Clean but scary, knowing what comes next.

Rolling thunder heard from miles away, louder and louder causing me to pant in fear.  Thunder I can feel in my bones bringing that horrible trembling that I can’t control.

Wind threatening to pick up the house and carry us all away.

• darkness approaching
• terrible unknown evil
• trees bowing in fear
• darkness descending
• the pack howls in agony
• sharp crack and bright light
• darkness replaced by stillness
• my once racing heart now yearns
• hopes for quiet peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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