mind map meander #7

Well it so happened a nocturnal
critter was in the neighborhood,
or more specifically, this nocturnal
critter human books lump with marsupials,
was a resident, and happened to be
seeing to a nightly ritual
no human book has any idea
about – now because the nocturnal
marsupial spent most productive

hours nocturnally, vision
for ordinary objects was weak
but vision for more abstract
presences was quite acute, so
the fuzzy cloud of thought was material
enough to cause this furry critter
to pause its way to its nightly ritual
and it wasn’t like the cloudy thought
was a blazing billboard – more like a road sign

telling human travelers to prepare
for a merge – so the furry nocturnal
marsupial crept closer though stealthily
just in case appearance deceived,
the deception being that the being
hunched on the bench didn’t emanate
a vibration that spelled t-h-r-e-a-t,
and even if the appearance
and the truth conjoined so as to be

one harmonious body
malevolent or benign,
the critter still had a nightly
ritual to see to and besides
didn’t want to freak out the human.
But when the critter crept close enough
to read the scrawl in the cloud, felt
a sudden obligation to communicate;
sometimes it was the right thing to do,

to freak out a human, not a huge
freaking out, but a moderate
freaking. “My ritual can wait,” said this
nocturnal marsupial
under a breath breakfast nuts
yet flavored. So the critter loped
to the worn loafers and when the hunched
being reacted in shock and the half
pint slipped from his hold, the critter

caught it and though it was heavy
it wasn’t as heavy as it was when
it was full for now this half pint
was only half full, and he offered it back
and the being took it and swigged and rubbed his eyes,
and the critter couldn’t fritter
the open opportunity,
and initiated dialogue, which will be
recounted in the next installment


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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3 Responses to mind map meander #7

  1. KasimsKorner says:

    Nice… Keep it up 🙂


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