Micropoetry
Midnight Crow
Awake
Published in
May 22, 2024
Crow cries.
I claw awake from slumber abyss
free from nightmare. . . muddled.
Did I hear a crow caw near midnight?
Dream or real?
Fling comforter.
Peer through rust-edged screen.
Shiver.
Stars blaze in a charcoal sky.
Mosquitoes bump and whine, want in.
Screen blocks undesirables,
welcomes soft breeze, honeysuckle perfume, night music.
Crow cries again . . . a warning.
Family protector. Watchman. Owl sentry.
No roof, no comforter, no window . . . no screen for her.
Great horned owl her family nightmare, her reality.
Cheryl Thomas 2024
