Black of Night

Three spooky haikus for you.


In the black of night,
the scream of an animal
wakes me from my sleep.

Under the covers
I listen to the struggle
until there’s silence.

In the brisk morning,
I do not search for remains.
I don’t want to know.


Friday morning, I woke to agitated chattering outside. It sounded like an animal was fighting something. I don’t know what it was or what it was fighting.

In the daylight there was no fur, no feathers.

Thank you for reading.

Here is the link to the day 12 OctPoWriMo post. Please visit the other poets and writers who are taking part in this month’s writing challenge.


One thought on “Black of Night

  1. The atmosphere of childhood horror, hugging the covers while listening to the sounds coming from the outside.
    Oh and also: “As a product of 3 x 3, it is the expression of the perfection, the symbol of the virile power, in addition to be associated to the couple.”
    Just noting.

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