Don’t Bother Me

I regret having offended him
Wide eyed dark and buzzed
Had it not been for his brother
His sister, or his mother before
Interuptions at lunch and dinners
swept out on the floor
Red cloth in the woods
Branches cracking beneath the spread
He stood in the ointment before the breaking of bread
I swatted him then, or his father or friend
He frenzied about only playing half dead
Up he sprung like a drunk taking flight
zigging this way and that
And I knew what I’d do
for one moment
if I were a cat
I called instead an old lady I know
Who took just one strike
Then swallowed him whole
I regretted it then
Trading his life for my own comfort care
But I wii sleep better
without his dark stare
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Day 4 of the NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle, but not necessarily a riddle of the “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” variety. You could choose a word, for example, “yellow,” and make everything in the poem something yellow, but never actually allude to their color. Or perhaps you could closely describe a famous physical location or person without ever mentioning what or who it actually is.

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