Poetry Friday: Phantom, The Fence

 

Phantom

Phantom mistress of the night
Rules the darkness with sharpened claws

Slides through cracks like slithering snakes
Pounces and jumps with flowing grace
Kills its prey with silent stealth
Rests its paws, then purrs and meows

When daylight comes she curls and sleeps
A slacker in fur, lazy and meek

The Fence

Rugged fence posts, erect and tall
Stand like brothers to form a wall
In the heat of day or chill of night
They stay on guard but not to fight

Marked by wrinkles carved by time
Wearing wrinkled coats of lichen
Aged by years of sun and rain
They still stand straight with stolid faces
Follow their duty with tireless will

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