Friday, June 19, 2015

Watching over Me - A Poem

A friend I have that watches over me at night,
and catches the nasty bugs in mid-flight.
A furry little fellow as harmless as can be,
even in the day, he is watching over me.

I hope he continues to hang around,
this little mammal with his coat of brown.
Hiding there in the shadows under the eave,
waiting for darkness and for me to leave.

My security camera light draws his next meal,
as he drops into flight with such zeal.
His home is safe from a stray cat,
that lives on our porch beneath the bat.

From book;
Georgia in My Pocket:
Poems and stories of my home state
Copyright © 2014 Hubert Clark Crowell
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