The Spirit of Christmas

Dragging footsteps: ”shuffle, shuffle”, getting near.
Snuffling, wheezing, a rasping voice:
”I know you’re there.”
So much dust, I must have air.
I breathe,  I sneeze. The noise. The fear.

Lying still ― a fly ensnared.
At first the tattered glittered hair,
then the ruptured baubled stare,
and last the triumphant hunter’s cheer.
Let it be known to all:
The Spirit of Christmas is here!

Dragging footsteps: "shuffle, shuffle", getting near. A rasping voice:  "I know you're there."

Dragging footsteps: “shuffle, shuffle”, getting near.
A rasping voice:
“I know you’re there.”

 

 

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