Entry 78

Beneath my window
There stirs a sound:

SNAP&SNARL.

Some commotion below…
Perhaps it is only broken branches
Woken by impish winds.

SNAP&HOWL….

Perhaps beneath my window
There lies poor Jezebel
Broken and mangled.
Viciously masticated
By man’s best friend.

SNAP&WAIL…

the true nature of this noise
I do not know
and were I to look
I would not tell.