Mysteries of the Night

What happens when the lights go out...

Mysteries of the Night


Falling into sleep,
my dog curls into a ball behind my knees
or against my back, snuffling soft
puppy snores. She's a Havenaise: small, her body
about the size of a Great Dane's head.
But somehow in the dark depths
of the night, she grows.
Dwarfing that Great Dane to sprawl
across the entire bed, edge to edge,
head to foot, leaving me
scrunched at the very edge of falling off
or curled into a tight ball in a corner.
Fighting to regain a breath of space,
I turn on the light to find she's shrunk
back to normal size, until, of course
I turn the light back off and she
expands to fill the darkness---
just one of the mysteries of the night.




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Prompt/Week # 33


Use this title for this week's poem:

Mysteries of the Night