Midnight, Away From Home

Tonight the creek sits high in its bed

a wolf howls at a snowy owl

she mistakes for the gibbous

moon (until it takes flight)

as I eat wild sloes

blaming them both—

creek and wolf—

for my

fright

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6 thoughts on “Midnight, Away From Home

  1. I love how ambiguous the scene is here. You don’t make the speaker’s identity explicit, so they could be anyone from a frightened scout on a camping trip to a lonely pioneer or explorer. Instead of trying to cram a large narrative into nine lines, your poem teases the imagination of the reader. Well done!

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