Caterpillar Sonnet

As I do sit and wait for time to pass,

I see a creature creep along my path.

His spines like spears shall stay my hand’s harass,

so I will watch and shirk their dormant wrath.

 

He squirms along the parlous rode ahead,

where pounding feet are sure to make him squish.

Are they the ones, his brother’s body bled?

His life to keep; a badly chosen wish.

 

By brick and crack the creature makes his trek

over the path the stomping humans made.

I hold my breath to bless this tiny speck:

a bug, so ever braver none forbade.

 

I trust in God’s fine grace for life and Time.

As for this bug, I think he will be fine.

Was It a Bird I Just Heard? A Pantoum

Was it a bird I just heard

in my bed at 2 am

with my window wide open

to let the cold air in?

 

In my bed at 2 am

a scream pierced me.

To let the cold air in

was more dangerous than it seemed.

 

A scream pierced me.

The night I thought was peaceful

was more dangerous than it seemed;

maybe I should close the window.

 

The night I thought was peaceful

left me sweating in my bed.

Maybe I should close the window

and suffer from the heat instead.

 

Sweating in my bed

I couldn’t bear to just lie there

and suffer from the heat instead.

That’s when I leapt.

 

I couldn’t bear to just lie there,

so I made up my mind.

That’s when I leapt,

and fell, and fell, and fell.

 

So I made up my mind,

laying there by the dusty window

and fell, and fell, and fell,

until I was outside.

 

Laying there by the dusty window

seemed ominous before

until I was outside

and could decipher the sound

 

That seemed ominous before,

but birds don’t sing at night.

I could decipher the sound:

an owl, it’s eyes locked on mine.

 

Birds don’t sing at night,

I scolded myself for being so dense.

An owl, its eyes locked on mine

was all that kept me tense.

 

I scolded myself for being so dense,

and knew that the heat

was all that kept me tense.

I closed the window and my eyes.

 

The heat I knew

would go away shortly.

I closed the window and my eyes.

Scratch…Scratch…

 

Would it go away shortly?

I heard it again, outside my window.

Scratch… Scratch

and then a screech.

 

I heard it again! outside my window

something tall and dark

and then it screeched

and flew off like a bat.

 

Something tall and dark;

did I really just see that?

It flew off like a bat,

claw marks in the window dust.

 

Did I really just see that?

I lay there wondering

about claw marks in the window dust.

Had I been dreaming?

 

I lay there wondering

if what I heard was that.

Had I been dreaming?

I pinched myself. No.

 

If what I heard was that,

then maybe I was right.

I pinched myself. No.

Was it a… bird I just heard?