Posted in #NaPoWriMo2018, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 17/30

Prompt at http://www.napowrimo.net/

That one time

In a time of pogs and puzzles,
the country air breathed through my lungs.
I wore pig tails and pinafores,
with two kittens to snuggle.
One was called Lucy, she was mine
to stalk the woodlands and river
hiding under wooden bridges,
we were two souls of a kind.
Lucy had a wicked edge,
stealthy enchanting her prey
her green eyes pierced her dinner
as it ducked for the garden hedge.
I would never see her dead,
her tummy was full by the fire
we shared solitary silence
until my mum shrieked with dread.
As stashed in the kitchen corner,
Lucy’s super secret stash
sauntered behind the washing box
a nest of squeaky mourners.

Author:

I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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