Sinister Lurks
Daylight gone
garden overgrown
dark demon
alien eyes
stare mine
advancing closer
nerves tighten
feeling foolish
spiky hedgehog
shuffles past.
Comments
Stephen I spend one week cutting it all back then within days my jungle returns.
Keith
I used to have one that lived under my shed five years ago.
Watching the night wind create shapes I thought I heard something and I did - - -
Nigel,
Your'e lucky we have a family of three at the bottom of the garden.
Keith
I have experienced something like this, Nigel, and the poem really brings it home. 'Garden overgrown' has a worryingly familiar ring to it!
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Nigel Astell
Sat 31st Jul 2021 00:26
Thanks for your likes
Holden
Your Royal Poetess
Stephen G
and
Aisha.