Thursday, May 6, 2010

"A Poem" by Joshua D. Boeringa

When darkness falls in Middleville,
the townspeople agree,
it's best to shut and lock the doors,
and do it quietly.

Best not to call attention;
best to be like a mouse.
Best that the place looks empty when
viewed from outside the house.

Best stem your curiosity;
best not to peek outside.
Best get to bed and dream away
the black and silent night.

For if it catches wind of you,
you'll smell of bone and meat.
For dullest be its wits, they say,
but sharpest be its teeth.

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