Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #337
The Noises
by Belinda Roddie
The noises from the neighbors do not sound
like human noises, or noises produced
for human ears. My heart begins to pound
as I hear rumbling as if a caboose
from a train is ripping through time and space,
and yet, it's simply coming from next door.
I hear growls, snorts, and whinnies from the place,
yet I'm sure they don't have pets anymore -
at least, not since their dog with one eye leapt
from the bridge on the edge of our small town.
I wondered why he jumped, and as I slept,
I dreamed of monsters all staring me down,
their multiple eyes flickering like lights.
The neighbors don't want me to sleep tonight.
by Belinda Roddie
The noises from the neighbors do not sound
like human noises, or noises produced
for human ears. My heart begins to pound
as I hear rumbling as if a caboose
from a train is ripping through time and space,
and yet, it's simply coming from next door.
I hear growls, snorts, and whinnies from the place,
yet I'm sure they don't have pets anymore -
at least, not since their dog with one eye leapt
from the bridge on the edge of our small town.
I wondered why he jumped, and as I slept,
I dreamed of monsters all staring me down,
their multiple eyes flickering like lights.
The neighbors don't want me to sleep tonight.
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