Foxglove Moments

 

 "Quoth the raven, Nevermore."

Recently, on a dreary afternoon
in the bleak of December, I,
made snowbound by a sudden storm,
was writing at my desk,
when there experienced that uncanny dread
of being surveiled.

Pausing my pen, with growing apprehension I turned 
to the glum gray light beyond my window,
and there didst behold two glowing orbs 
staring at me out of the dusk.

"Fiend!" I cried. "Infernal fowl who haunts my dreams!"
(Okay, maybe a little overdramatic.)
"What message bring you from that other world?"

and braced myself for the specter to speak its dreaded curse of
Nevermore.
Or maybe, Anymore?
Furthermore?

But spake it not. Neither did the apparition depart,
but kept its unholy vigil outside my window, staring,
forever staring with red demonic eyes--
which actually turned out to be the ruby underparts on a hummingbird's throat. 

But still kind of spooky.

 

 

 

[First posted: January 9, 2016]

 

 

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