I saw something
looking in my window,
I shrugged it off and
said it was just fido.
I saw something
standing in my room,
Oh, it was just
the broom.
And then I
saw it,
my heart fell
in a pit.
I became
paralyzed,
as I looked
into those eyes.
Then it said something
I shall never forget,
"Can I please
be your pet?"
This was more
than I could take,
I pinched myself so
that I would wake.
It was not
a dream,
so it did
seem.
So I calmly
said,
"You have
a big head."
Then he
said,
"You have a
small bed."
Then I asked him
"Why do you care?"
He said to me, "I
can't sleep under there."
Then I said, "Who
ever said you can stay,
I want you to
go away."
He looked
very hurt,
I knew he thought
I was lower than dirt.
I will never forget
what happened then,
he said that I had
comitted a great sin.
Then he went
away,
I haven't seen him
to this day.
But what he
said to me,
has never let
me be.
The keeper of light, Well I don't know what to make of the poem, but I did find it interesting. I had a herd of dust bunnies under the bed once, but I guess it's not the same thing. I also liked the form you used in presenting it. I'm sure you must have some meaning to it, but I'm afraid that it is lost to me. Keep posting please. jhs
keeper of the light...pile 'o' shite
J. H.,
There is very little meaning in this poem. I just drank way too much coffee one night. Thank you for your support.
As to Hughesy,
I am not quite sure that I know what "shite" is. If you are going to insult someone please spell it right.