as morn whittles away the night,
In that darkness,
a little before dawn's light,
It seems crazy,
but it's when I like to run.
I can move like a ghost through the world as I get my workout done.
And even more is the random chance to see,
The rare and perhaps extraordinary.
Why just this morning,
as I ambled down a cold,
empty street,
I had the opportunity,
shock really,
to suddenly greet,
A creature that I couldn't believe was actually real,
It bobbed along the asphalt like a little lost seal.
Now to be sure,
my edge of suburbia is basically a swamp.
It's crisscrossed with waterways where all manner of animals tromp.
But I was stunned and so was my little friend.
We both stopped in our tracks to silently comprehend,
How we came to meet in this random way,
Staring dumbly at each other with not a thing to say.
And then the little beast turned tail and fled,
With survival in mind,
Or possibly dread.
It tottered away in a wobbly flash.
I gave chase,
of course,
but I'm no good in a dash.
I was hot on its trail,
like a dog on the scent,
But I lost that perp,
I had no idea where it went.
I was left with nothing,
just a story to tell.
At least the rest of my run went well.
It was like something straight from a police blotter,
This morning,
when I came face to face with an otter.
10-29-19
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