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Midnight Pantoum

July 5, 2016
By Mmegates BRONZE, Wonewoc, Wisconsin
Mmegates BRONZE, Wonewoc, Wisconsin
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In the dark dead of midnight,

Slinking on his way,
The possum slunk through midnight,
With dewdrops he would play.

Slinking on his way,
The raccoon furrowed and foraged,
With dewdrops he would play,
He’d keep on searching, undiscouraged.

The raccoon furrowed and foraged,
The skunk was undeterred,
He’d keep on searching, undiscouraged,
Not a single human stirred.

The skunk was undeterred,
Bats flew in crazed dance,
Not a single human stirred,
Mosquitoes lightly pranced.

Bats flew in crazed dance,
But light was on its way.
Mosquitoes lightly pranced.
It was time for day.

Whispering goodbye,
The possum slunk through daylight.
Away the bats all fly,
In the bright start of daylight.


The author's comments:

Malynn Gates published her first novel, “Tyria’s Beginning,” and found it to be a great success with her friends and family members. Poetry was new territory, but she has written a piece that is memorable and will hopefully make people see that midnight creatures typically thought of as creepy or scary, can actually be beautiful. She is currently working on a sequel to her novel.


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