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Descending Darkness

Today, I learned about a new type of poem called a Freku.  This style of poetry includes a free verse poem which is then summarized at the end with a haiku. This is my first try at such a poem. Hope you enjoy reading it. 

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Darkness descends once again

Signaling the beginning

Of a long wintry night

Where the sun has dipped below

The distant and shrouded horizon

Slipping silently out of sight.

Oh that frigid winter is still coming

As its annual arrival is a calculated certainty

When the temps keep steadily falling

To zero degrees and below; so I think, “Woe is me.”

For blessed warmth I then dive

Beneath my layered bedding

Trying to stay warm and alive

When I begin to feel the drafting

Breeze seeping its way in.

So underneath my cavern of blankets

I then rest, think, and pray

As I quietly wonder and

Silently contemplate.

The darkness surrounds me

Like a thick shroud;

It wraps and securely

Hold me in its gripping mouth.

No flicker of light

Can I perceive

In this deep darkness

Which keeps hold of me.

I strain to vainly hear

With my dull ear, a slight

Sound; a hint of a whisper.

But no such tone reaches me;

I resolve to remain content in quiet peace

Knowing full well that the darkness will fade

Revealing a new and sun bright day.

For now though, I will settle in

Closing my eyes in a gentle sleep;

Safely tucked in for the night and

Hoping to have a sweet and pleasant dream.

As the deep darkness

Descends, I rest and hope to

Have a pleasant dream.

My Nighttime Pouncer

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My frolicking kitty likes to pounce in the night

As I lay still in my bed sound asleep

And in a pleasant dream.

She stalks and leaps up to my short height

Startling me with heart pounding fright

While scampering in and out of sight

Until she lands upon on my knees

 In playful and joyous glee.

All the while I try to ignore my tugging, frolicking kitty

As I still attempt to slumber ever so peacefully.

With keen eyes, She darts to the left and then to the right

Batting my fingers in raptured delight

And gnawing my toes as if they’re little squirming mice

As now I toss and turn ever so restlessly

Knowing that a good night’s sleep

Has eluded me.