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.

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