Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
Phil 4:6-7



Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Prowlers

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The silence of the night

disturbed by a door click

velvety darkness broken by

the bright slice of a light

footfall

creaky floor board

eyes wide open

ears alert

prowler?



teenager



go to sleep





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3 comments:

  1. ReginaJanuary 13, 2009 at 12:15 PM

    wow, good poem.
    good thing it was only a rotten teenager ;)
    r

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  2. BarbaraJanuary 13, 2009 at 3:14 PM

    A rotten teenager who is probably going to be handed his hind end before bed tonight!

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 13, 2009 at 6:35 PM

    wow...super creepy...I have one of those prowlers too...let's spank them, shall we?

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