Night Fright

When I’m moved to pen a verse, I first run through metaphors and see which one grabs the  me of the  moment…..  Suddenly I am approached by a squirming nondescript thing that I cannot process because it is so alien and so set on frightening me.  It succeeds.

Coal black nonentity

minnows dimple  moon’s reflection

loon’s bassoon plays itself



What preceded the above: Today, walking down my path I caught sight of a strange animal out of the corner of my eye, just as it was scurrying to safety under under a clump of pampas grass. It was perhaps 3 inches long, coal black, furry, and appeared to be running on four legs.   Is anyone familiar with this being, or were my eyes playing tricks on me?

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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