Even though I know this poem below doesn’t include the word loud, as soon as I saw the word prompt from Miss Kate it simply spilled off my fingertips. 🙂 The scream in the night, in reality, was less of a scream than call. Just a fully recognized alert sounding for someone who knows the danger hidden in this particular fur coat.

The Scream in the Night
It came suddenly
the scream in the night.
Making my heart
Leap with fright.
With wondering eyes,
to the door I fled.
Hoping in my heart,
against all my dread.
Indeed it was true,
I saw it full well.
That beast of my terrors
Outside my home it did dwell.
What should I do?
This scavenger of might!
With one who would cause
Such alarm in the night?
A trap, yes indeed
This owner would lay.
To keep safe some bunnies
This predator would slay.
Raw in egg, a trap in the other
Place, bait down
Set in place
with a frown.
Would the predator come
Allured by the egg?
Prevent it from grabbing
a young bunnies leg?
Success! Oh the bliss!
There’s no scream in the night!
No more worry
No more fright!
A long-distance journey
A new home to find.
One predator a forest
to place his behind!
Much safer and better
than urban life to live.
Less traffic, natural food
I’m happy to give.
