Nightmare, Blooming

Courtesy of Annmarie Lockhart

An animal, not a dog, howled
outside my window.
A clawed creature, not a cat, took
possession of my bed.

And though the branches were
soft in bloom, the cherry tree
scraped its paws against
my half-opened window.

I waited for the pounce,
hoping the covers would protect
me better than the illusory
hope of this sneeze-inducing spring.

© 2012, Annmarie Lockhart

Annmarie Lockhart is the founding editor of vox poetica, and the founder of unbound CONTENT.


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