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
