Sunday, March 15, 2009

Nothing to Say

A dog is barking into the night,
I'm inside rattling the keyboard. No moon,
no intruder, no reason, we both have nothing

to say. A neighbor goes out and howls
at the dog, later we come to our senses
and the moon intrudes on a quiet street.

Only the bat has something to say,
and he mutters just to himself,
like a poet on a quiet street.

4 comments:

Linda Jacobs said...

Great last image! Very concise.

Tumblewords: said...

A taste of life that leaves a smile.

Fledgling Poet said...

Nothing to say, yet you said so much. Loved it! Especially the last stanza.

Sepiru Chris said...

Mike,

Very nice poem. The addled wits of the witching hour. When Ronco makes their sales.

Tschuess,
Chrsi