Danger in the Night

Danger in the Night

The clock strikes twelve
the moon is full
the gathering fog
creeps across the garden.

The witching hour
is here
but I am fearless
at the threat
of ghoulies
or ghosties

and long-leggity beasties
don’t scare me
one little bit.

What terrifies me
aren’t spooks or spirits,
or otherworldly specters –
but small striped visitors
carrying chemical assault weapons
in their back pockets.

It is nights like these,
we’ve learned,
that sets off
a young skunk’s
wanderlust …
or perhaps
just plain lust.

“Single black/white male
seeks female companionship;
must like bugs for breakfast,
moonlit strolls,
and foraging at twilight.”

These silent but deadly lotharios
roam everywhere;
unfazed by
fences,
stairs,
or pest-deterrent foliage.

Their romantic yearnings
lead directly
to close encounters
of the worst kind:
between
a wayfaring skunk and
a blundering dog.

The very thought
of these clandestine,
unplanned meetings
makes the blood run cold…

no hissing spirit
or grinning ghoul
from the Great Beyond
could hold a candle
in comparison.

Deborah Beach Giordano
© January 31, 2010

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