In the Nook
Through spotted windows
a bright but newish moon
with sixteen scattered stars
may be seen,
unless the table lamp is on,
which it is,
on the great-grandma oak table,
refinished by mom and
varnished to withstand apocalypse,
a table for dinner for one or two,
computers, books, and magazine stacks,
a cat or two, errant and undisciplined;
the fan and open back door blow breezes
and occasional catfur dustbunnies
astir on the diamond tile floor
awash in dead bugs, stray kibbles,
and catbarf remnants in the grout
that the towel didn’t pick up;
the icemaker cracks,
startling the snoring calico,
as crickets chirrup in the corner of spring.
I am digging deep, taking root.
This post is a blend of the A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo. To read other A to Z bloggers, click here. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem that closely describes an object or place that ends in an abstract line.