At 3 am that knock…tic-tac-toc came,
I rose. Startled, shaken and awaken-
wondering “would that mean a guest?”
Bemused I stood with light in hand,
at the command of alarmed senses,
speeding in the night headed toward
the sound. I frowned. Nothing save
same repeated knocks of equal beat
with my own heart! I stopped startled
glared then smiled—yet in the dark
my mind had peace at what I saw.
Valiant in that greatly festive zone,
while silence was lit by that full moon,
peacefully paused my visitant. Bushy tailed,
unafraid, majestic as a king just crowned,
wee head, bold amid the dozen broken acorns,
plus some shells, victims of those steady
tic-tac-tocs, it stood. With amazed looks of pride,
turning piercing eyes upon me—just as though
to know, the reason for my incorrect invasion--
I had none. I spun around…retrieved my steps
and joyfully fled back to the quiet land of sleep
and my exotic dreams. For then I did reflect,
“Am I an equal to the night-life of my hopeful
hungry company, camping upon my property?”
Sure enough, looking so frail with that thick tail
he knew that all that on which he dined and wined
in life, plus all the land around…just belong to our God….
And our God alone…
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